EVELYN

Ian and I were back to his house after spending three days of hot bouts of sex at his cottage at Wicklow.

"Are you going back home for Christmas?" Ian asked while I was stretching my body on a yoga mat. We were having an early morning workout at the gym.

I was dressed on a grey sports bra and matching high waisted leggings. My interim Greek god of a boyfriend chose not to give me a breathing space by wearing only a pair of shorts.

"Nope, why do you ask?" Taking a deep breath, I sat up and leaned forward slowly in a stretch, the tips of my...