“I haven’t got any condoms!” I blurted out. Mortified, I clapped a hand over my mouth. I could almost feel the breeze of the stable door slamming shut as the horse flicked its tail in contempt and cantered merrily down the street.
Sean was laughing at me. “Okay, unexpected but to the point. I like that in a bloke.”
Oh God. “I mean, I thought . . . Just in case we . . . Not that I was making any presumptions, that would be, um, presumptuous. And I wouldn’t want to, well, presume . . .”
Robert is such an adorable geek and narrator Mark Steadman just nails the Britishness of this book.