First things first, I’m never going to say, “Sorry, I was wrong.” That doesn’t mean I can’t apologise.

After replaying things from last night in my head, I felt I owed him an apology; not a chance I was going to say sorry, though.

I could see his eyes on me as I knelt in front of him, his silly game controller in his hands.

He was wearing those stupid, oversized basketball shorts, so it was so easy to slide my hand up inside them, even though he had his headset on. I know he was giving me his attention.