“Oh my god, fuckkkkk!” Heather collapses on top of me. A sheen of sweat glistens on her forehead and her dark hair is stuck to her face. She rolls off and lies on the bed beside me. “Jesus, Mark, that was good.” Her giggle is infectious and I smile as I lean across to kiss her on the mouth. “You are so fucking delicious.” That’s no flattery. She is. I fell for her the first time I laid eyes on her, whilst she was serving...

In the morning I lie on, reluctant to get up. Saturdays should mean morning sex, lazy breakfasts and afternoon pints, but with Heather away with work, there’s not much to get up for. Eventually, I hear Heather’s sister, Katie clattering around the kitchen and I crawl out of bed, pull on a tee shirt and jogging bottoms and wander out to say hello. She’s reaching up to get a jar of maple syrup from the top shelf and I’m tre...

When I get up, I find a very sheepish looking Katie sitting at the kitchen island. She has a rash of hickeys all around her neck and sits nursing a mug of coffee. “Is he gone?” I ask. She nods and puts her hand to her neck, blushing in embarrassment. “I’m sorry about last night.” “I’m sorry too. Look, we really need to talk.” What I’d hoped to talk about would have to wait as Heather chooses that moment to come out of the...