Rena: Code 143

3.4

 My head pounding in my skull was the first thing I felt once I awoke. I opened my eyes, squinting as the natural light came in from the room. A room I soon realized wasn't mine. Where the heck am I? I sat up, groaning as a rush of dizziness hit me. I stopped moving for a while to relax, closing my eyes against the light in the room. When I felt ok to open my eyes again, I realized it was early in the morning. The sun was starting to rise, its light sneaking through the curtains to reach where I sat. On top of a large yet comfortable bed that smelled like-Nicolaus!

Oh my!

The memory of last night hit me like a truck. Painting for Nicolaus while he cooked us dinner. Leading me outside and giving me flowers. Watching a movie with him, along with eating and drinking wine together. It was a wonderful night that I was sure I had ruined. I hadn't meant to drink that much! I simply wanted to calm my nerves because I couldn't focus on anything, but him. The man had me wrapped around his finger. And my oh my, what a finger to be wrapped on. An onslaught of memories of us kissing again appeared.

I slapped a hand on my forehead before rubbing my face tiredly. My wedding ring captured my attention. I stared at it for a minute. Simply stared at it, waiting for a feeling to come upon me. I should be freaking out. I mean, I was because I kissed a man I was having feelings for. But I should be a horrendous mess because I'm a wife. I should be feeling an obscene amount of guilt, like the first time I kissed Nick. But no such feeling came upon me.

Instead, I felt nothing.

I shook my head. Did I not feel anything because of what Kenny said? Did he hurt me so badly that the piece of me he took never came back? Or was I feeling more for a friend than I've ever felt with the man I married? No, I shouldn't think this way. I should not be having such dangerous thoughts. I am a married woman who should be at home with her husband. Instead, I'm in another man's bed who I shamelessly kissed the night before. It was wrong. I knew it was. So why does it feel so right?

As I sit in the quiet room, I could still feel the ghost of Nicolaus' touch on my skin. The warmth of his hands as he clutched me in his grasp. The memory of the sounds I made as he swallowed them down with his tongue. Toying with my nipples as he made me feel wanted and desired. Oh, and when he spoke in his language, I wanted to cum right then.

I pressed my thighs together, my panties becoming wet with need. As much as I wanted Nicolaus, I had to fight off my feelings. It wouldn't be fair to cheat. That wasn't me. But-no, no buts! I shouted in my mind, wincing as a headache formed. Staying here was tempting me. I needed to leave.

I got off of the bed and, thanks to the sun streaming in, located my shoes and phone. I grabbed both and silently headed out of the room. Once I stood out of the room, I closed the door behind me, making sure to not slam it. I didn't hear anything, so I assumed Nick was asleep somewhere in this apartment. Luckily, Nick showed me around yesterday, so I knew where to go. Quickly and very quietly, I went downstairs and collected my keys. I glanced around, prepared to go when I noticed my canvas at the spot it rested. I went over and grabbed a pencil and a sheet of paper among the supplies. Writing a quick note before placing it on the easel and booking it out of the apartment.

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Still tired from last night, but not yet wanting to go home, I decided to get coffee. I stopped at a random spot I saw while driving, not too far from Nick's apartment. Parallel parking in front of the small building, I got out and locked the doors behind me. I was surprised that it was open this early in the morning but saw it as a good thing. When I walked in I noticed five people lined up in front of a counter. I assumed that's where they were ordering what they wanted. So I stood behind them in the small cafe glancing around until I located the menu which was a chalkboard hanging above the register.