“So,” Seb says. He’s parked just outside the flat. We’ve just been out to lunch. “Yeah,” I say, my gaze fixed on his toned, tanned forearm as it rests on the steering wheel. His other arm is round my waist. Don’t want to look at his face in case I burst into tears. Again. He’s […]
“Hello,” Seb says, looking over at me in bed this morning, smiling. “Good morning,” I say. “How did you sleep?” “Not bad,” he says. “Well, you were asleep every time I woke up,” I say, stroking his hair, gazing into his turquoise eyes. “You were making those contented sleeping noises: those hedgehog snuffles and…” […]
“I just don’t understand why I’m still so fat,” I say to Katerina. We’re by the TRX machine: it has handles hanging on ropes from a horizontal bar. “You’re not,” she says. “You look great.” “I’ve put on a stone since starting the cancer treatment,” I say. “And I’ve been doing personal training twice a […]
Scars, Tears and Training Bras 