My legs felt like jelly at the thought of it. ‘Didn’t you show me enough times last night?’ I’d heard Tiff and Leah talk about how amazing make-up sex could be, but I’d never had an argument with Scott, or any other boyfriend for that matter, so I’d never experienced it. Oh my God! It had been absolutely incredible. Passionate. Intense. Inventive. Attentive. Very attentive. Talk about being completely focussed on me. I swear my body was still having aftershocks!

‘I have a lot of making up to do,’ he said, undoing my dressing gown belt and slipping his hand inside to cup my breast.

I moaned as I melted into his kiss.

‘Don’t mind me,’ came a gruff voice.

‘Leah! Sorry.’ I pulled my dressing gown tightly round me and refastened my belt. ‘Scott’s just leaving.’

‘I expected him to have done that last night.’

‘I’d better go,’ Scott whispered, kissing me lightly. ‘I’ll see you tonight. La Vecchia Scuola at half seven. And thank you for giving me a second chance. I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you. I promise.’

‘Don’t forget to reactivate your email and Facebook so I can stay in touch with you.’

‘I’ll do it on the train.’

I closed the door behind him and walked slowly towards Leah who was making a hell of a noise in the kitchen, clattering her cereal bowl and spoon down on the worktop, and slamming cupboard doors shut.

‘I know what you’re thinking.’

‘I’ll bet you do. I don’t know what you’re thinking, though.’

‘I love him, Leah. I can’t help it.’

She shook her head as she poured muesli into her bowl. ‘I always thought you were made of stronger stuff than that. I never saw you as someone who so desperately needed a man in her life that she’d welcome back a cheat and a liar.’

‘Leah! I—’

She spun round to face me and blew her fringe out of her face. ‘You don’t need to justify yourself to me, Jemma. It’s your life and it’s up to you what you do with it, but don’t expect me to be pleased for you because I’m not. I’ve lived with you for the past few weeks. I’ve seen what he’s done to you.’ She yanked open the fridge door and grabbed the milk. ‘In my opinion, you’ve made a huge mistake letting him worm his way back into your life and your bed. But it’s your mistake to make and, because I love you, I’ll be here for you when it all goes wrong which it absolutely will do.’ She poured the milk into her bowl, splashing it all over the worktop.

‘You don’t know that,’ I protested.