Looking back from where I am now, from this exalted position of insight and wisdom, I wonder if Sarah and I sleeping together was inevitable, even if my relationship with Lucy had stayed the same as before. Over time, I'd convinced myself I only did it because of Lucy, what I'd learnt about her, and the impact that revelation had on me. It was as if some wild s****l creature had been released from inside me, making me some sort of adulterous animal. Forcing me to cheat on my wife. But I'm not so sure that's right.
She'd been coming on to me for a long time. I had flirted with her pretty shamelessly too. We'd shared plenty of knowing looks. There had been plenty of pregnant pauses, but I had dismissed every one of them. It was all a harmless joke, of course. That's what I would tell myself
