‘Curled up against the contoured warm body of Jacob on the couch in the train I speak to him excitedly about the book I’m reading while I show him the pictures. And Jacob simply smiles down at me, fingering a nipple through my shirt while I ‘try’ to ignore it. He kisses my hair and I lean into his touch and embrace every length of warmth, his chest, his legs against mine and our tangled feet.’

Confession [x]