“Standing on the footpath, I take my thick woollen jumper from my backpack and pull it on over my overalls. As I straighten the hem and redo my ponytail into something less scraggy, I realise what I’m doing. It’s chilly but it’s not that cold. By putting my oldest jumper on — one which should never be seen anywhere except in the garden — I’m trying to make myself inconspicuous. If I’m wearing the armour that is this massive jumper, maybe the boys won’t pay me any heed. Maybe I can get through a ...social hour in their company impervious to Nicholas’ looks and Joel’s not so subtle innuendos. Maybe I can sit for an hour without being consumed with thoughts of wanting to shag them. Because I want to. The entire time we were touring the Iris building, all I could think of was finding a dark corner and getting naked. The fact that I have a lovely boyfriend who wants to take things to the next level is like a speck of dust on my conscience and I hate myself for being so fickle and thinking this way.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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