I’m a mum. I can’t go around throwing myself at men hoping for a relationship, I have too much to think about. Jack has to be my priority, not getting my rocks off. That night was amazing but it was just that: one night. Though the stress relief of a few good strong orgasms was amazing. I was all but walking on clouds for days afterwards. Lyndsey pushed and pushed wanting every detail, but I just told her half-truths. I told her I met a hockey player and he brought me to his place. I just left out our history. I wouldn’t be able to deal with the judgment in her eyes, sleeping with an ex is never a good idea. He is an ex for a reason and I don’t need her to remind me of that.

Liam and I are different people in different places in our lives. He is at the top of his game, women screaming his name, throwing their panties at him in the street. That just isn’t something I could expose Jack to. That is, if Liam would even want to see me again. It was one great night, he has probably had a bunch of one-night stands in his life. Hell, he’s probably had some since ours. Not that I blame him, he doesn’t owe me anything, but that is just the truth. He doesn’t want to be shackled to a single mum. I let him go ten years ago because I didn’t want to hold him back and that still stands.

I just have to get my heart to remember that. I knew I was fooling myself when I said one night would be enough. A little bit of Liam would never be enough, the chemistry between us is wild. I thought there would be a learning curve when we got into bed but it all clicked into place. Even with all the years apart, with all the other people we have had in our lives, we still just worked. The minute he had his hands on me, my body was flashed back to ten years ago. As though there hadn’t been any time away, our bodies recognised each other. It was fireworks. But just like fireworks, they are good for a bright beautiful display but they fizzle out. They aren’t meant to last.

Jack scrapes his chair backwards and wanders off to get dressed, leaving me in the kitchen, my own breakfast untouched. I shovel some waffle into my mouth as I clean up the mess.