‘The human race is on the verge of extinction, of that I have absolutely no doubt,’ Piotr said. ‘These final days, weeks, months, and possibly even years are the death throes of a dying breed.’
‘You’re a proper ray of sunshine, you know that?’ Kelly said. ‘I’m glad you only talk like this after we’ve had s*x. Going on about the end of the world is a proper passion-killer.’
She got up and scooped up her discarded clothing. His trousers were entangled with her underwear. She separated them, kept hold of her knickers, and threw the rest at him.
‘Thank you,’ he said.
‘What, for throwing you your trousers?’
‘No.’
‘So, you’re thanking me for s*x then? Great. That doesn’t make me feel like a p********e at all.’
‘Not that. Jesus. Thank you for keeping me focused.’
‘I don’t follow. You don’
