Summer Daze [h.s.]

Chapter 2*

I never thought I'd be traipsing into my home acting as if I'd just had a day at the club with business partners when in reality I was only going to commit mortal sin with someone 10 years my younger. I barely saw the course today. I spent just enough time out there to not look suspicious, and even got a bit of a sunburn across the bridge of my nose to solidify my lie.

I know I shouldn't be doing what I'm doing, but some primal instinct inside takes over when I see Reagan flouncing around the club in that tiny white tennis skirt and navy blue club polo that hugged her body in all the right places.

Entering through front door, the smell of peppers, onions, and fresh bread baking hits my nostrils. Diana must have dinner almost ready. I check the grandfather clock in hall and see it's only 6, and we usually eat at 7. "Honey, is that you!?" The angelic sound of my wife's voice echoes off the marble floors.

"Yeah." I simply reply. I meander through the foyer and down the hall that leads into the sitting room. The cream colored walls were littered with photos of every special moment of our life together. Graduating college, Genevieve's promotion party at the law firm, birthdays, anniversaries, our 2 million dollar wedding in England. Every photo was a perfect timeline of our relationship that made my stomach go sour and my throat tighten up. What am I doing?

It's not that I don't love her anymore. I do. But don't think im in love with her. Not anymore. We'd both become a shell of who we once were. I feel it, and I know she does too. We've tried therapy in May, but it didn't seem to make that much of an impact. She wasn't willing to sacrifice her career and I wasn't willing to give anything more. I think we both knew this time in the Hamptons would be a make it or break it summer for us. I didn't wanna give up, but I'm not sure how much distance I can take.

Genevieve stood at our liquor cabinet, back facing me. Her wavy blonde hair hung down her back as she made us drinks. "Evening." I utter. She turns when she hears my voice, and a bright smile forms. "How was your day?" Walking towards me she plants a chaste kiss on my cheek and hands me a glass of scotch. "It was fine. Hot." I sip my drink, welcoming the burning liquid down my throat.

She smiles as she pulls me towards her. Instantly she wraps her free arm around my waist, hugging me so close our crystal glasses almost touch. "Good, I'm glad. Did you win?"

"Unfortunately Niall showed me up today." That wasn't a lie. Niall's the best golfer of the bunch, and the only one that's my age. Being 34 and spending all of my god damn time with men in their 60s and 70s really gets tiresome, so it's always nice when Niall comes up for the summer when we do.

Genevieves bottom lip juts out, "oh that's too bad." The blush pink of her lips used to be something I craved, but now all I can think about is Regan's full bottom one trapped between my teeth like it was only two hours ago. My skin flushed at just the thought. "It's fine, I'll kick his ass next time." I joke.