stayed in love with my dad.” I pause. “Don’t know which is worse, actually, because she could have done with binning that emotion straightaway.”
“And were you on your own? Any siblings?”
“No. I’m close to my cousins though. My mum was one of six sisters.”
“Six? Fucking hell.”
I laugh. “And all the children seemed to belong to the family as a whole. I lived with my Auntie Jackie for a year when my mum died which was okay, because I had my cousin Misha there, whom I’m very close to.”
“Still, a boat on your own. You’re brave.”
“Or desperate for five minutes’ peace in the bathroom.” He grins at me and despite my instincts screaming at me to stop, I ask another question which is sure to be the slippery slope that will entail me wanting to know everything about him. “Any siblings?”
“I’ve got a stepbrother. He came with the stupid marriage, but he lasted. I don't know what I’d do without him.”
“Older or younger?”
“Oh, older. But lovely.”
“That’s nice,” I say awkwardly and then give an exaggerated shudder. “Oh, how cold it is. Let’s go and get in the shower and have sex.”
He laughs. “Oh my God, did we step into personal territory?”
“Yes. We should be spanked and sent to bed early.”
He edges close. “I don’t mind going to bed early, and I’ll spank you whenever you like, Felix.”
“Well, hopefully, you won’t tie me up at the same time. I don’t have time to dedicate a year to just one sexual encounter.”
He laughs, and I tug him into the boat’s living area. His gaze goes everywhere, and I turn to look at my space with fresh eyes.
When I first got the Aunt Sally, it was an absolute mess. Damp and dingy and on its last legs. The renovation had taken a lot of time because I didn’t have much money at the beginning and was learning the ropes. Now, however, it’s lovely. The floors are all stripped pine with handy cupboards underneath them. A seating area is at one end of the living space, with a sectional sofa I saved for a year to buy. It’s full of colourful cushions and is utterly comfortable. A fact I can attest to because I’ve often passed out on it.
Next to it is a door that opens wide, giving me a birds-eye view of the canal rippling in the sunshine while I lounge on the sofa. The kitchen is small with navy-painted units and a little bistro table and two chairs that I’d rescued from a skip and restored with much consultation of YouTube.
The bedroom is at the other end of the boat. It’s a cosy room filled with a big bed with lots of pillows and the green patterned eiderdown that my mum made for me when I was fifteen. It’s a little nest. Cool in the summer when the windows are open, and the breeze blows in off the canal, and warm and snug in the winter.
However, pride of place must go to the dressing room and bathroom. Bathrooms are usually tiny on boats, but I took out the second small bedroom and knocked through so now, although it’s still small, it’s big enough to fit a freestanding slipper bath and a separate shower. My dressing room is a long, narrow space running off the corridor and kitted out with rails and shelves all hidden behind a bright-coloured curtain.
It’s not big, and I dare say it looks shabby next to Max’s opulent hotel rooms, but it’s home, and it’s all mine. Two things I never take for granted and guard strenuously.
“It’s lovely,” he says, and the ring of truth in his voice makes me instantly relax. Then he steps forward and bangs his head on a low bit of the ceiling. I laugh, and he shakes his head. “You’re a terrible host.”
“I am not,” I say indignantly. “Would a terrible host blow you in the shower while fingering your bum hole, which is top of my to-do list for today?”
He blinks. “I don’t think they ever covered that scenario in Tatler.”
“Which is why I cannot possibly ever read it,” I say pompously, leading him to the shower room.
“Wow, it’s…”
“Teeny tiny?” I offer. “Petite? Wee?”
He smiles. “All of those.” He turns to me as I start to unbuckle his belt and unfasten his jeans. “How on earth will you succeed in your admirably detailed itinerary?”
“I’m very dedicated to always coming through on my promises,” I say solemnly. “I tell you, Max, sometimes it’s a curse.”
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