My tummy was full of fluttering, quivering butterflies. I was suddenly exquisitely nervous. Relax, I told myself, as my brain tried determinedly to talk me into not knowing, not recognising. They're just giving you a bed for the night. That's all. Just looking after you. And the shorts ... well, they might not have a lot of spare clothes. There's nothing else going on here.
But my tummy knew what I was really here for. My tummy knew what was going to happen when I stepped out of this bathroom.
Taking a deep breath, I opened the door and stepped back into the living room. James and Sam were sitting on one of the couches, looking relaxed. They had left a space between them for me to sit. As I walked towards them, very conscious that I was wearing nothing but the small pink shorts, I caught
