“It was with a shock that he felt the touch of Laurent’s fingers against the back of his wrist. […] Laurent was shifting the fabric of his sleeve, sliding it back slightly to reveal the gold underneath, until the wrist cuff he had asked the blacksmith to leave on was exposed between them.
"Sentiment?" said Laurent.
"Something like that."
Their eyes met and he could feel each beat of his heart. A few seconds of silence, a space that lengthened, until Laurent spoke.
"Some of my gay friends can’t touch a bra, but I was never like that, I wasn’t repulsed. But it didn’t feel natural. It felt there was an effort, like, ‘Oh, maybe I’ll touch her hair now.’ It felt like acting.”- Nick Grimshaw on sleeping with a woman.