The Other Woman

Feels So Right

WARNING- I do not take any responsibility for offence you may take to some of the language in this chapter, nor will I post another warning as this will continue throughout the book. Please only read ahead of you are of age to, or risk skipping chapters! Xoxo, Liv.

After a great meal with Jennifer, I knew that I had to get home sooner or later and this eventful night had to end at some point. Once we finished arguing, then cooked and ate the meal, we spent some time on the porch smoking, drinking and just talking. It wasn't anything to do with the divorce, somehow we stayed clear of it and managed to have a civil conversation.

We were still out back when she lit up another cigarette, her last one as she had scrunched up the box. It was late by now, already the next day as we had spent so long chatting.

She took a draw, then let it slowly blow out from her pink tinted, perfect lips... man they're good lips! I just want to kiss them all day. She smirked, knowing exactly what she was doing to me.

"You know... I've been a shitty guy to you for some time now. And I don't think my apologies can add up to anything that could make you forgive me. But, just know that I truly want you to be happy... to find someone that treats you right, Jen. Not me, a guy who takes advantage of what he has, throws it away and doesn't realise that's truly... what he wants..."

She gulps, looking away and over at the lapping water. "You regret it?" She asked, her eyes squinting.

"I don't regret it... at least I don't think I do... but it was a mistake I don't quite think I can own up to."

"So you're a coward?" She turned back to me, sighing. She just didn't seem very interested anymore now that we were back on this subject. I understand why though, of course she isn't going to like talking about this, I don't and I caused it.

"Yeah. I guess so. What about you?"

"What? Regret the divorce? No... I'm not going to be second best." Hats off to her, she knows her worth and I'm not deserving of her or her time. She's always been such a respectable woman, knowing her worth and not to accept any lower, or treat people with no respect. I should take a leaf out of her book.

"You never were..." I reassured her, placing my hand on her thigh.

"Feels like it." She scoffed, moving so that her feet were on the ground, scooting away so my hand would slip off her leg. "Let's just call it a night, huh? Surprisingly tonight was good... bad... but also good. Come on, I'll show you out."

She lead me back inside, taking me to my coat and handing it over when we were at the front door. I slung my coat over my arm, turning and looking at her before I attempted to open the door.

"Bye?" I reached my arms out and she filled them reluctantly, settling her body against mines. Her head rested on my chest, her arms around my lower back, clasped together. I kissed the top of her head, taking in a whiff of her coconut shampoo. It was so familiar. I tightened my grip in this moment, kissing her head again then pulling away.

Her eyes were filled with tears, threatening to escape and stream down her face. I put both my index fingers under her eyes, pressing gently and letting the salty tears fall onto my finger. I wiped them off on my shirt and took her cheeks in my hands.

She leaned up on her tip toes a little, catching my lips with hers for the briefest most painful moment ever.

"Goodbye and night, Brad."

I looked down at her seriously, not replying and not letting her go.

"Brad?" She asked wearily.

I leaned my face inches closer, feeling her quick, warm breaths against my skin. Her blue eyes flickered in all directions as she held her breath when my lips barely grazed hers. I pushed my forehead against hers, brushing our noses together. Her eyes settled over as her hands ran up my chest, resting on the back of my head, holding me. I want to kiss her so hard and passionately... but what would be my consequences? I have hurt many people because I chose to be with another woman, now here I am... back in the arms, ready to kiss my soon-to-be-ex-wife? With all that was wrong, it felt more right...