The night was hot and sticky as I tossed the duvet aside, twisting and turning as I attempted to get some sleep.
Next to me Matt*, my partner of five years, lay dead to the world and I envied his ability to sleep whatever the temperature.
But no sooner had I finally nodded off than I was woken up by Matt climbing on top of me, pushing my legs apart with his knees.
It took me a moment to register what was going on.
But no, this wasn’t some bizarre dream, my boyfriend really did seem to be trying to have sex with me,
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