I reached down and ran my hands under his jacket pulling his shirt out of his trousers, then working my way to the front, running my fingers over the clasp of his belt and reaching down to touch his cock through his trousers, feeling the hardness I knew to expect.

‘Not yet,’ he whispered into my ear, having worked his way back to standing, pressing his erection into my body, thrilling me.

I was moaning with longing, I couldn’t help it.

‘But I want you,’ I found myself whispering, this time taking his head into my hands and pulling him into my gaze. He looked at me and smiled.

‘I know,’ he said. ‘I want you too.’

I knew it was wrong. I knew he had a wife. And I knew full well that I was meant to refrain from sexual activity just before the embryo transfer. I also knew this was likely to end up hurting me all over again, and possibly harder than before – because this time, at this moment, I had even more to lose. I knew that we couldn’t make the past right, whatever happened. Yes, I knew there were thousands of reasons why this was a bad idea and very few arguments to say it was a good one. But cupid was sat on my shoulder firing arrows all around us, like an Instagram filter come to life, making everything look perfect. He was goading me on. I couldn’t say no.

I had rarely felt so drawn to someone, not since Oscar. I was still mourning what Oscar and I could have had. It was so serendipitous that Jason was back, right here, in my – slightly blurry – sights, on this night of all nights. Maybe I had to go through everything with Oscar to find Jason again.

‘I’ve thought about you so much,’ I said. It came out louder than intended.

He didn’t answer and for a moment I thought I’d said too much; ruined it all. Admitted something that might send him running for the door.

But instead he said nothing, he just lifted me up into his strong arms, and carried me towards the sofa.

‘Not here,’ I uttered, as he gently lowered my feet to the ground. Instead I took his hand and led him to my bedroom.

And there, we couldn’t hold out any longer. I sat on the edge of the bed as he pulled my jumper off over my head, unclasped my bra so it collapsed in submission around my torso and when I had flung it onto the floor, he pushed me backwards into the duvet, pinning my arms above my head and encouraging me to keep them there before getting to work on my nipples again, expertly caressing them, massaging my naked breasts and hard nipples and running his fingers over my stomach towards the top of my jeans. They hovered there just long enough for me to feel ready to give him anything he liked. I tried not to think of tomorrow, my legs in stirrups and the face of a consultant very close to where his was now.