During drinking parties, a junior colleague from my part-time job boldly expresses his affection
for me, even in public. This is the third time I've invited him into my home to look after me.
"You never call me by my name
, do you?" "You don't even think of me as your boyfriend,"
he says, gently touching my hand. I can no longer remain just a "friend with benefits" -
"I'm serious, really."
The straightforward gaze of this younger man makes everything come undone...