For a moment, I breathe as gently as possible, terrified any sudden movements will make me sick again. Then, as I run my hands down my body, I realise that I’m not wearing any clothes. I sit up and take in my surroundings and realise that I’m in a room that I don’t recognise, in a bed that I’ve never seen before, watching Pointless on TV – Pointless, of all things! ‘Hello,’ I call out, panicked. I hear running water shut off before Danny rushes out of the bathroom, wrapping a towel around his waist, moving his laptop off the bed next to me so that he can sit down. ‘You! You had me worried,’ he insists, feeling my forehead with the back of his hand. ‘Good, you’re much cooler now.’ ‘What… How…’ I don’t even know what questions to ask. ‘We’re in York,’ he tells me. ‘At the hotel. You went a bit weird in the car – you burned right up.’ ‘So, what, you took my clothes off me?’ I ask angrily. ‘No,’ he replies through gritted teeth, resenting the fact I’m making out like he’s some sort of opportunistic pervert.
