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with me.”
    “You have a rule?” I couldn’t believe
what I was hearing.   Offensiveness and
ridiculousness aside – I was getting used to his crudeness – I was baffled as
to why he’d restrict himself in that way.
    “Yeah…keeps everyone happy in the
long run.”
    “Does it?”
    Andrew looked thoughtful.   “Yeah.   No strings, no hard feelings, no inadvertent
attachments.” I watched as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat, suddenly
seeing some vulnerability in him that I hadn’t picked up on before.   Why else would he keep to such a restrictive
guideline if it wasn’t to protect his own heart?  
    “Just fucking?”
    “I think I’ve been a bad influence on
your mouth,” he said, a transparent attempt to change the subject.
    “Wow.” I said, standing up with the
sudden urge to provoke him.   “So I guess
if I just slipped these clothes off right here and decided to spend the rest of
the afternoon naked, you wouldn’t be tempted for a ‘third dip’?”   I slid the strap of my top over my shoulder
in challenge.  
    “I’d be tempted,” he said gruffly,
“But that doesn’t mean I would go through with it.”
    I was surprised at his resistance as
I grasped exactly how important his rule was to him.   It made me feel sad for us both that we’d
been bruised along the way and were allowing those past negative experiences to
have such a big impact on our lives.   “Well,” I said, suddenly wanting to do something entertaining to stamp
on all the negative bullshit.   “I think
we need to do something fun.”
    “What are you thinking?”
    “Maybe we could go sightseeing?   Have you toured London before?”
    “Some, but not everywhere, and it’s
been a while.”
    “Okay then.   How about The British Museum, Tate Modern with
a stop for lunch in the restaurant at the top, then a stroll along the South
Bank and if you haven’t been, we could go to the top of the Shard?”
    “Sounds great,” he said, smiling with
a look of genuine excitement.   I was excited
too.   I didn’t often spend time appreciating
the city I lived in and it would be nice to share the experience with someone
who would be seeing everything through fresh eyes.
    “Do you want to shower and
change?”  
    “That’d be great.”   Andrew got up to retrieve the things he
needed from his suitcase and we converged in the corridor to my bathroom, me
with a clean towel to give him, feeling ridiculous for finding the whole
prospect of him showering in my flat more intimate than the insane sex we’d
shared.   Everything seemed backwards and
upside down.
    “The shower’s pretty easy to use,” I
said, lurking at the door while he walked into my tiny bathroom.   “Just press the red button and it should be
the right temperature.”
    “Thanks,” he said, grinning.   “Maybe I’ll check out your bathroom cupboards
while I’m at it.”
    I laughed.   “You’ll only find a load of boxes of tampons
and some spare toilet-rolls.   Nothing scandalous in there.”
    “Shame,” he said, reaching for the
door handle and leaning against it, looking way too sexy for his own good.   In a memory flash I remembered the first time
he’d pushed open my knees and traced the seam of my pussy, and felt instantly
wet.  
    “See you in a bit,” I said, turning
before he caught sight of the flush on my cheeks.  
    Andrew emerged ten minutes later in a
cloud of amazing-smelling steam looking like a model from the cover of GQ.   He’d styled his hair differently so it was
edgier and messier than I’d seen before, and he was dressed down in dark jeans
and a sweater that looked like it was made from the world’s softest fabric.   His feet were bare and catching sight of them
made my tummy flip.   I internally cursed
myself for being such an idiot.   I was
ready to leave and it looked like he was almost there, perching on the edge of
my sofa to put his socks and boots on.  
    “It’s only a five minute walk to the
tube