He chuckles and pulls me close, sliding his hands down my back to cup my arse. His cock is a steel bar against my very soft one, and I twist slightly so he can’t tell how soft I am. My hip brushes against his dick, and he groans before seizing my hair and dragging my head back so he can kiss my neck. For a second, my cock wants to stir. Maybe it’s muscle memory, because my neck has always been a hot spot for me. But nothing happens, and abruptly I’ve had enough and shove him off me.

He falls back panting and then groans when he sees my face. “What the fuck, Charlie? Not again.”

“I can’t,” I say. “I don’t feel so good at the moment.”

“When do you feel good?” he says curtly, marching over to his case. He opens it and starts rifling through it until he finds a shirt and a pair of trousers. He strips off his clothes to get changed. “You know something, I think you’re a bit of a fucking cock tease.”

“What?” I can hear the disbelief in my voice, but he just nods curtly.

“You get me all worked up and then switch it off like a fucking tap. You like the control. You just don’t like doing anything after you have it.”

I shake my head. “I’d stick to banking, Harry. It’ll go much better than a career in psychology.”

“Well, what am I supposed to think? You’re gorgeous and as cold as ice. You’re a massive prick tease.”

“I think you’re supposed to consider the fact that I have a condition that occasionally makes me feel shitty,” I say softly. “And as my boyfriend, it would be nice if you could try to understand it.”

I tried to talk to him about the epilepsy when we first started to see each other. He assured me that he understood, but I had a sneaking suspicion that he was lying. I ignored it because at the time I’d been blinded by his good looks and confidence. I hadn’t realised there was nothing else to him.

He shakes his head, pushing his feet into shoes. “That’s just an excuse.”

I stare at him in amazement. “Are you actually standing there and saying that I made up epilepsy to get out of sex? What a wonderful idea. Why didn’t I think of that sooner? It’s so much more original than claiming I’ve got a headache.”

“I’ve got to get out of here.” He glares at me. “I hate it when you’re like this.”