But doesn’t the fact that I’m waiting for him mean he’s worth it?

I couldn’t look at her. I had known all along the reason that he truly wasn’t worth it.

Three months back we – and I mean me and Jacob – had been outside our regular hangout waiting for Heather. She had some sort of traffic incident and we got to talking. Slowly as we talked we got closer until his lips were inches from mine. Then all conversation stopped as he wrapped his arm around me. He was so strong and I wasn’t in a state of mind to resist: I wanted this too.

He rolled on top of me and pressed his lips deep into mine and I responded, sending my hand down into his trousers. I could feel a stirring inside me as I let him make love to me there on the grass as his girlfriend sat in traffic on the M25.