THE AIR CONDITIONING rumbles quietly around the room, while I absentmindedly input the figures for the last function. Cursing up a storm, I delete the last line and start to tap in the numbers yet again. I give up when I do them wrong for the fourth time. My focus is lacking lately, and it’s all because of one man.

It has been a week since my first date with Castro, and nine hours since the sixth. My body is in a constant state of arousal from his attentiveness, and my heart is well and truly in freefall.

I’m in love with him.

Pure and simple.

The cool chill induces...