‘So hard.’
‘And then he fucked you.’
I nod. ‘I begged him to.’
‘Oh my goodness,’ she says, covering her mouth and most of her nose as she grins. ‘I bet it was amazing.’
‘I have never come that hard before, it was like Niagara Falls down there.’
‘Ew,’ she laughs, kicking her legs and looking down at the sheets.
‘It wasn’t in here,’ I say as I smack her hands.
‘Oh yeah,’ she says. ‘I forgot. His room. So naughty.’
‘Do you think I did the wrong thing?’ I ask.
‘No,’ she says, shaking her head. ‘Are you safe? Are you happy?’
‘Yes,’ I say, nodding.
‘Then you did nothing wrong. You’re both consenting adults. Enjoy yourself,’ she says brightly. ‘You always have me if it goes wrong. I’ll always rescue you.’
‘I know,’ I say, squeezing her fingers.
‘You know that film?’ she says suddenly. ‘The Parent Trap?’
‘No,’ I say, shaking my head, knowing exactly what she’s thinking.
‘Just one night,’ she pleads, holding up a single finger. ‘One night, and then I’m gone.’
‘No,’ I laugh, shaking my head. ‘We are not swapping.’
‘Go on,’ she giggles, gripping my hands tight and poking me. ‘He’ll never know.’
‘I would know,’ I laugh. ‘Besides, I think he would too…’
Felicity frowns, looking for a long moment into my eyes. ‘Wait,’ she says suddenly, her tone shifting. ‘You like him, don’t you?’
‘What?’ I say.
‘You like him,’ she says. ‘This is more than just sex.’
‘No,’ I say, hesitating. ‘It isn’t. It’s not like that.’
‘Don’t lie.’
I close my eyes and shake my head. ‘No,’ I say. ‘It’s just a bit of fun.’
‘Are you sure?’ she says. ‘Because there’s a world of difference between fucking the man of the house, and having feelings for a widow whose twice your age with three children and more baggage than an airport conveyor belt. You know that right?’
‘I know,’ I say, insistently.
‘So you don’t mind me fucking him then?’ she says, frowning.
‘No,’ I hiss, laughing again.
‘But if it's just sex it shouldn’t matter, right?’