I was lying in bed about to drift off to sleep when I thought of one of my favourite things about you. And suddenly I was wide awake thinking about you.

I think when you know you’re going to have sex with someone (at least it has been with us) it can be a bit of chaos beforehand, there’s a frenzy in the shedding of clothes, of rushing towards the nakedness. So I’ve never really stopped to watch you get undressed, I don’t think you’ve ever had the chance to watch me get undressed.

But I think what we’ve had has been better. You do this thing and I love it. Where after the long, naked cuddle after I’ll get up and hunt around for my underwear, my bra, my dress. And every time it’s happened, I’ve noticed that you watch me do it. I’m usually talking at the same time but even so, the attention you give to me getting back into my clothes makes me happy. Like there’s something sexy about it. Like there’s something sexy about me, clothes or not.