“Woah, chill!” Heather cried, laughing. Even her laugh started to niggle at me. It was like she had gone from my best friend to my worst enemy all over again.
I didn’t join in, but she was creased up laughing at her own joke. All I could think was, I should tell her. I really should tell her but I couldn’t. Somehow, something was stopping me.

“Anyway,” she continued. “I’m sure he’ll be the best teacher I could get.”

“I know.”
Immediately my brain went haywire.

“What do you mean, you know?”
Panicking. Just trying to think of a reason.

“I just meant… that… You’re right. He probably will be the perfect gentleman in bed. You ready for sex, then?” I tried to joke.

She smiled and then turned her eyes up to the left, procrastinating. “I don’t like that word, ‘sex’.”

Bemused, I said: “Well, that’s what it is. Sexual intercourse. That’s the biology lesson.”

“I prefer ‘making love.’”

Once I beleived in making love too. Now I’m just making, whilst Jacob loves… without me.