‘You didn’t know,’ he says softly. ‘And it’s not something I broadcast. But it’s a big part of my life and, now that you’re part of my life too…’ He tails off. ‘Sorry. That didn’t come out right. I shouldn’t have said that.’

‘No. You absolutely should,’ I tell him, aware of my heart thumping hard in my chest. ‘You must always be honest with me. You’re a part of my life as well.’

‘In that case, can I ask you a question?’ Our arms are still wrapped around each other and, even though we’re both wearing thick coats against the cold, I can feel the warmth coming off him. It’s nice; I feel safe, like I belong here.

‘Of course you can,’ I reply.

He leans back a little so he can look at me. His eyes are sparkling where the sunlight catches them and I’m mesmerised by them. The whole sensation of being in his arms and looking into his open, honest face is stirring up powerful emotions in me. I feel like I never want to let go of him. I just want to stay here forever, in this moment with him.

‘I just figured out what’s different about you. You’re wearing make-up,’ he says.

‘That’s not a question.’

‘How come?’ My eyes are drawn to his mouth as he speaks and I have to resist the urge to reach up and trace the contours of his lips with my finger. ‘Was it for me?’