‘Here we go’, Seb* announced excitedly as he walked into our dimly lit bedroom holding a silver tray.
He placed it on the bed, where I was waiting for him in lingerie, and looked at me beaming with pride. Like a sweet puppy.
Surveying the contents, I smiled nervously: a plate with a hotdog and a bowl of edamame.
I had no idea what was going on.
‘This is the food’, he said, before seeing the confusion on my face and clarifying. ‘...


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