When I first stirred in the warm bed, it took me a moment to realise why I felt so safe. I had grown so used to waking up in a state of tension and fear. Why did I feel so comfortable? And what was this warm, sugary, somehow dirty sense of delight that seemed to be curled up somewhere inside me?

Then I registered the heavy, comforting arm that lay across my naked back as I nestled in the middle of the huge, soft bed. And it all came rushing back. With a jolt, the reality hit me, and for a moment I tensed. The arm draped possessively across me...