Page 36 of The Bad Mother's Diary

Suddenly, it was like the old days.

I’d forgotten he’s a good kisser.

Then he whispered, ‘I love you, Juliette. Istilllove you. I know it’s been a while.’

He was SO rock-hard too.

Before long he was inside me and I realised how much I’d missed having sex with him. It was so nice being close. He was really pounding me into the sofa. Really going for it. So unlike how he’s been these last few months.

I think I would have come quickly – except he came first. And when he did, he moaned and fell on top of me. Then he turned me around, put his hand between my legs and helped me come too.

We lay on the sofa with our arms around each other. It felt so nice.

Nick has his faults. But we love each other. And we’re a good fit. Most of the time.

Tuesday March 24th

Phoned Laura to talk about wedding stuff.

She was a bit distracted, because she was getting ready for her auction date with Zach. He’s taking her on a riverboat up the Thames.

So phoned Althea, and she told me weddings were capitalist bullshit.

‘Butyougot married,’ I pointed out.

She said, ‘Only for the party.’

I told her Nick and I had sex yesterday and it was really nice. And that we should probably make time for it more often.

Althea said: ‘Good idea. Men go crazy if they don’t have sex. Just look at the porn they watch. Maybe that’s why Nick is such a dickhead right now. You don’t have sex enough.’

Which I suppose could be true.

Made it out running, even though it was pretty cold.

I meant to jog for an hour non-stop. But after fifty minutes it was too horrible and I ended up leaning against my knees, panting and thinking I might throw up. Then I walked for ten minutes. Then jogged another three. Then walked a bit more. Then I jogged the last bit back to the apartment in case Nick’s mum was looking out of the window.

I think you’ve really got to ease yourself into this running stuff. No point putting yourself through pain and getting injured.

Gently does it.

Wednesday March 25th

Alex called round last night to take me running.

I could tell Nick was jealous, but he managed to grunt an ‘alright’ when I let Alex up to the flat.

As I was putting on my running gear, I thought, ‘This is going to be an absolute nightmare. Alex is properly fit. He’ll run at 100mph.’

But actually, Alex was kind and we did lots of walking, as well as running.

Neither of us said much at first – in my case, partly because I was out of breath. But after a while, we got talking.

I asked Alex about his family and the hotel business. Then I asked about the Dalton estate, and whether the rumours were true about him selling up this year.

Alex said, ‘You listen to too much gossip, Juliette. I’d never sell the family home.’

‘I thought the house might hold bad memories,’ I said.

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