One more. And...one more. But then he does let her go, otherwise he won't be able to. He forces himself to keep his hands flat against the sheets until she's off him, and then rolls quickly to sitting. Partly because he wants space to calm down, partly because a fag will help with that and mostly to hide the evidence of what she does to him.

'It's nothin' you've done,' he says, at the wall, as soon as he's lit up. Because he doesn't want her to think he's angry - or rather, that him being angry is affecting this.

'I jus' want it to be right.'