INSIDE THEIR MINDS

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PHIL

I didn't feel guilty and for that I felt guilty. The rush that I felt when I kissed her was one haven't felt it years and I ached for more. My mind twisted into a vortex of thought as it attempted to put into words what I was experiencing and then the winds ceased. The crowded excess was wiped away and remaining was a single word, passion. I felt passion when I was with her. The surge of nerves, excitement, ache to know more, lust and need; it all blended seamlessly together to form what I could only tell was absolute admiration.

There is already so much about her I adore even after such a short amount of time. She just had an ease about her. She seems so funny, and kind. Even with her beauty she seems carefree and simplistic. I couldn't help but admire her for everything my wife isn't. Erica will spend hours perfecting her make-up often making us late for appointments and registrations. She is so self-conscious about so many things and, though I would never tell her, I honestly find that very unappealing. To put it simply Erica is very vain and very materialistic and, well, high maintenance women have never been my cup of tea.

I could hear her start to breathe again and it brought so many immorally pleasant thoughts into my head. I couldn't help but let my mind wander as we sat together in the dark.

My hand ever so softly grazes her right cheek slowly, lovingly moving up from her chin to her hair line until they are hidden in her golden hair. I watch as an involuntary chill runs through her body as it reacts to my soothing and hypnotic touch. I watch as she smiles, her eyes carefully closed, thoroughly enjoying my respectful touch. I could feel myself start to breathe deeper as I imagine her arms wrap around my waist.

"Are you alright?" She asks me effectively clearing away the sultry vision I had just had, in which she so gracefully had starred in.

"Uh, yeah." I said trying to recover. "It's just hot in here."

"It is." She answers back.

I then picture her upstairs, sitting gracefully on my desk chair looking out onto the city. I grin uncontrollably as she stands her robe falling down onto the floor and that's when I realized it. I need what I don't have, I need passion not a loveless marriage.

"I'm sorry again. I shouldn't hav—"But I was cut off.

Her lips were again moving in sync with mine, only this time it was no figment of my imagination.