‘Really?’

‘Really.’ He moves his hand against my back and the need starts to build. I’ve never, ever thought of myself as somebody who needs sex, but right now I’m re-categorising.

His hard thighs are pressed against mine and still I’m moving to the music, which makes him gasp when my hips sway against a part of his trouser that, let’s just say, wasn’t jutting out like that before.

‘Oh Rosie.’ He brings one hand up between us, rests his finger under my chin, then very slowly, very deliberately he leans down. I still can’t remember how to breathe, my whole body is tensing, my lips parting and then abruptly he closes the tiny gap between our mouths and comes down crushingly hard.

I was expecting a delicate brush of the lips, expecting a chance to object, to move away, but this is so much hotter. This is irresistible, this is something that I never imagined could be like this. This is bloody hot-and-panting heaven.

I don’t think I’ve ever been kissed like this in my entire life. My whole body has gone into overdrive. Super sensitive to his touch and the shudder runs right through the core of me as his hand cradles my face, his fingertips caressing that sensitive spot behind my ear that makes me whimper.

Oh my God, his other hand is cradling my bottom. He’s just added a whole new dimension to this, and I don’t know if I can cope. His fingers are curled round, and I’d clamber all over him if I could.

Who knew nibbling lips was so erotic? Oh my, his mouth is on my throat. I need, I need …

Oh. My. God. I need to get away!

‘It’s my, my …’ I can’t even say the word. ‘I need the loo!’ Apparently, I can run very fast in high heels. I’m across the lounge, up the stairs and locked in the en-suite quicker than I thought possible. I sink down on the toilet seat and pant. And cover my burning face with my hands.

Okay, I think I have found this passion that Mum was so keen for me to experience. I don’t think she meant me to feel it at her party though.

Shit. I actually wrapped my leg round him.

I bit his lip; I sucked his tongue. I pulled my fists through his hair.

I wrapped my leg round his thigh, almost round his bloody waist.

All to the rocking beat of ‘Simply the Best’.

Tina Turner would have been proud of me.

And then I saw MY DAD.

My father is here, and the look of disdain on his face said that he’d just spotted his daughter acting like a tramp on the dancefloor and was disgusted.

My dad saw me eating a man. I feel sick.

I need to take a deep breath. Breathe, breathe, calm down. I have done nothing wrong, who is he to judge me? He’s the one who has made another girl pregnant. He’s the one who goes shagging his way round Europe as though he’s on a mission to unite the world.