It hit him toward the end of his pre-sex shower (alone, of course, whilst Colin was using the one in the second bathroom). Throughout their relationship, he’d been so careful not to spook Colin with intimidating expectations. Now, on the day when Colin was undoubtedly feeling most vulnerable, Andrew had put forward a massive, impossibly vague demand. And nearly lost Colin as a result. He shut off the taps and hurried to dry himself. Tying the towel about his waist, Andrew entered his empty bedroom. Through the open door he heard footsteps approach, along with a soft clinking noise. Colin entered, also wearing nothing but a towel, carrying the bottle of red wine and a pair of glasses, which he set on the bedside table. “Hope it’s all right I brought this in. What with your white sheets and all.” “It’s fine.” The moment Colin had filled one glass halfway, Andrew grabbed it and took a large sip. “Forgive me. I threw this lovemaking thing at you with no warning. I never meant to pressure you.”
