“I couldn’t move my arms or legs and I could hardly breathe. When I opened my eyes, Kylie was sprawled on top of me, her face two inches from mine. I couldn’t move my arms or legs and I could hardly breathe. I lay there for a second, trying to remember where I was, who she was, and who I was. Suddenly it all came back in a reassuring flood, and I managed to get some purchase on the sheet with one elbow and pushed her off me. As she moved away she opened one eye and looked at me.
‘Morning,’ I said.
‘Hello there,’ she replied. She looked a mess. Her thick blonde hair was tangled, and she hadn’t removed her make-up when we’d come to bed, and the remains of it was smeared all over her face. ‘I must look a mess.’ ‘No,’ I said. ‘You look great.’ I lied about the former, but not the latter. She did look great. Tangled hair and smudged make-up, or no tangled hair and smudged make-up.
‘I’ve got to pee.
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