No-One Ever Has Sex On A Tuesday: A Very Funny Romantic Novel by Tracy Bloom Read Free Book Online Page A

down onto the floor beside her, making it clear that mutual pleasure was now required.
    At first when he opened his eyes the next morning, he felt like nothing was amiss as he gazed at Katy, hair strewn over the pillow. Then the last eighteen years suddenly flashed before his eyes and he remembered he had not actually lived happily ever after with Katy, but had lived another life entirely. A life that meant he had a wife who was not the woman lying next to him, post-coital in bed.
    He leapt out of bed and hunted wildly for his clothes, cursing under his breath. What the fuck had he done? This was a disaster. He was a man with a career and a wife who he was trying to have a baby with. What the hell happened?
    After he had made himself decent, he contemplated whether he should just leave. But he couldn’t do it. He had been a shit all those years ago so the very least he could do was face the music this time.
    He gently nudged her shoulder and said her name.
    She opened her eyes wide straight away.
    “So you thought you would have the decency to say goodbye then,” she said, obviously having woken earlier and heard him making moves to leave.
    “Look Katy, I can’t believe I’ve done this. I really should burn in hell after everything I’ve put you through in the past. But I have to go. I have a wife. I’m so sorry; I shouldn’t have come back here. I was drunk, it shouldn’t have happened.”
    “Christ not the “I was drunk” line again. You really need to think of something more original,” Katy retorted.
    “I know. I just don’t know what to say. I feel terrible.” He looked away, petrified he was going to see the same look on the face of the girl he had betrayed all those years ago.
    “Look Matthew, we’re not teenagers anymore,” she said, as if reading his mind. “You really don’t deserve this but don’t sweat it. To be honest watching you feel so guilty somehow gives me a sense of closure on the whole matter. So go home to your wife and forget the whole thing.” She smiled at him as if she really meant it.
    He wanted to tell her that he still regretted that day, that he still thought about it more often than he should, but he realised his time was up.
    “Well I guess this is really goodbye then,” he finally managed to say.
    He looked down at her still lying on the bed and took in every detail of the way she looked, committing it to memory. He found, to his dismay, that the thought of never seeing her again was terrifying. Lying there she looked so right. It felt good for him to look at her in a bed they had had sex in the night before, not wrong, and not bad. What had he done? He had to get out now, before he looked at her anymore and decided he couldn’t leave.
    “Have a good life,” she smiled.
    “And you,” he croaked then turned and left. He had closed her front door behind him before he allowed himself to breathe and let a small tear slide down his cheek.

Chapter 6
    Matthew thought he had done a pretty good job of forgetting since the school reunion. The guilt had almost torn him apart to start with. Not really the sex part, in some ways that felt incidental. What kept him awake at night was the fact that he had taken such joy in another woman’s company. The ultimate betrayal. He found himself constantly reliving their meeting, desperately searching for something that would let him off the hook. She must have done something wrong, there must have been something not to like. He just needed something that would banish her from his mind. In the end it was Alison who managed to kidnap his thoughts back again by announcing she was finally pregnant, and miraculously some joy had filtered back into their married life. At that point he had sat himself down and told himself enough was enough. It was a one night stand that should never have happened and now he must put his all into his wife and thier new family on its way.
    But here she was. Eight months later. In a hospital. At an antenatal