𝙱𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝 «𝖳𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗌 𝖲𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 »

5.

A/n: here we have another new chapter:) tell me your thoughts.

Warnings: slight smut. Slight, i promise.

May and James' anniversary wasn't how they—or at least he, expected.

May rejected him and James left, leaving her alone all night. She didn't mind staying alone because she could think about forbidden things such as... him.

James came back morning after drunk as hell and half asleep laying on the couch. Harsh times were coming and they both knew it. But no one said a thing about that, words were becoming unnecessary.

So that day May passed her time with her mother and with June, going shopping and playing because, as May's mother always said, it was the best way to cheer up. But was it?
Every single time that May bought something felt the hole inside her only getting bigger and bigger. It was a deep hole that shopping could not fill. She didn't need something, she needed someone. But she was scared that someone didn't want her. And, even if he did want her, what about their children? What kind of life would they have had?

May felt extremely guilty because she didn't love James, not anymore as a lover by the way. He was June's father and they passed a good time together but feelings could not be trapped and with him, she felt trapped and so so sad.

That night she came back late and James barely talked with her, instead asking the baby how the day went. She didn't tell him a thing and so did he. They were losing each other so fast pretending in front of their only child. But little June wasn't as the other kids of her age. She was smart and she realized something was surely up between her parents. She felt like crying but she didn't because she didn't want to worry her mom and dad. What she didn't tell her mom is that she knew Thomas called and that she realized her mom felt something as they spoke. She found out but she never told anyone.
When James and May went to bed, she turned her back to him and didn't say a word, as usual. James was about to touch her shoulder gently, he really wanted to know what was up with her but he simply let pride won.

James stood up and got downstairs. She could hear the door slamming.

There she was.

Alone on her anniversary yet so raised by this loneliness. She just closed her eyes and softly rubbed her right hand with her tiny fingers. She painted softly. She touched her waist 'till she embraced  her whole body tightly and for a moment it was like Thomas was there, ready to fight for her and to protect her. Ready to give her his all.

She remembered how they talked about pregnancy and how Thomas was happy about that. How he slowly slipped his hands on her tummy leaving little wet kisses from there to there. She remembered how his lips felt right there, like a puzzle fated to be together. The missing piece she needed back and then. May still needed him. She kept on thinking to him over and over and in the end she probably touched herself more than she should have, that night.

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On the other hand Thomas was drinking a cup of tea on the sofa of his old house. Everything smelled like new wood and vetivier that was the dominant fragrance. It was so empty yet so full. Full of emotions, of fears, of days of a future past.

He was sipping on his tea and as he swallowed he suddenly remembered how good she tasted. How good her lips tasted oh his. How good her skin felt on his tongue. How their legs perfectly matched. He felt the urge of making love with her in the most forbidden way. He'd shaken his head to keep away those thoughts. He knew she was married and that things weren't easy. Still the day after they would have seen each other and spent some time together—even if not as he craved to.

With his last sip of tea he found himself wondering about the anniversary and the fact that, the woman she loved was making love to someone else. He looked down at his hands and found one of them closed in a fist.