At last he expertly unbuttoned the fly with a single flick and pulled my jeans down my thighs, taking my knickers with them and kissing my exposed skin as he went.

And then he was inside me, filling me up as he thrusted deeply, the weight of his body on mine. His eyes were scrunched closed as we rocked backwards and forwards together, moaning with ecstasy, making love.

It must have been nearly sunrise when I woke up. His eyes were heavy with sleep as I planted a light kiss on his shoulder. I was nearly dropping off again myself when his head turned, he opened his eyes and looked at me – he looked into my soul – and we shared a moment. We acknowledged what had happened. I felt that life would never be the same again.

‘Morning,’ he said, his eyes smiling as much as his lips. ‘How are you feeling?’

The truth was, I had a banging headache. ‘I’ve felt better,’ I mumbled, my voice still hoarse with sleep. ‘My head is killing me. What about you?’

‘The same. What a night.’ He planted a kiss on my forehead. ‘You were so naughty.’

‘Me?’ I scoffed, jokingly. ‘I think you were just as naughty, from what I recall.’

I rolled over to face him. He paused. He looked as though something was weighing on his mind.

‘What are you thinking?’ I wondered if the adultery he’d just committed had hit home yet – and how it might make him feel. Perhaps he was still drunk.

‘Actually, I was thinking about you,’ he said. ‘About how we broke up. When you went home with appendicitis. Do you remember?’

I nodded. ‘Of course I do. But why are you thinking about that now?’ My heart quickened. I was too hungover for heavy chats this morning.

‘We touched on it last night; the reason you broke up with me,’ he said.

‘It was so long ago, Jason. I really don’t want to go there again.’ Not today, not now.

He continued, seemingly on a mission to get something off his chest: ‘It wasn’t your appendix, was it? You were pregnant.’

He must have seen the expression on my face change immediately to one of horror as the colour left my cheeks. He stopped. A few seconds passed. But then he continued, undeterred. ‘You were pregnant with our baby,’ he said it almost matter-of-factly. ‘Tell me what happened, Lucy? I really want to know.’

‘It sounds like you know already,’ I replied, partly still in shock at what he had revealed. ‘I’m not sure I want to go into this right now. In fact, I really don’t feel up to—’

‘You aborted our baby.’ He said the words in such a cold, unemotional way.

I felt a strong impulse to cry but did my best to fight it. I took a deep breath. Although floored that he knew all this, perhaps he did deserve an explanation.

‘My emotions were all over the place,’ I began. ‘My parents believed it was the best option, so I went along with it. I couldn’t fathom bringing a baby into the world. I had no idea how it would work. Jason, we were still teenagers. But it hurt, it hurt so much when I went through with it. I’ve never got over it.’ My head hung down. The fact I was naked now felt dirty and cheap. Anything but beautiful or sexy. The idea that his lips were clamped onto mine just a few hours ago, it seemed like a very wrong and distant memory. I pulled the duvet up around me and my fists clenched around it.