Being Adalyne (Sequel)

Choices I Make

My alarm went off and I was in such a deep sleep that I was annoyed and startled at the same time. I knocked the offending thing off the nightstand and onto the floor, but that didn't shut it up.

Groaning, I pulled the covers back and reached for my phone, then shut off the loud beeping sound and put it back on the nightstand. I got back under the warm covers and considered just staying there forever, when something very unnerving hit me. I could feel the covers on my skin. On ALL of my skin.

Also, these aren't my covers and this is definitely not my bed. I know, because my bed has never been this comfortable.

I took a deep breath and turned my head to the side to find a sleeping Moira next to me. I shouldn't, because I already know the truth, but I had to be sure... I lifted the covers high enough to expose a very naked Moira, then dropped them quickly with a groan. Last night was real.

What have I done?

That's a stupid question. It's obvious what I've done, but I can't fathom any version of me that would fall into bed with a woman I don't know and more importantly, a woman that could end me.

I laid there, groggy and hungover feeling, but I know it's not a true hangover because I only had the one drink, then switched to water. No, this hungover feeling is from my body being completely drained and not getting enough sleep afterwards.

I closed my eyes and replayed the evening's events that led me here. There was so much dancing, but there was a lot of talk as well. I told Moira everything. I can't believe I did that. I remember robotically telling her about my family, then turning into an emotional wreck as I laid mine and Jazmin's relationship open and bare for Moira. I didn't hold back, it's like once I started, something in me needed to get it out. I didn't leave out a single moment, from the day we married, to the last kiss goodbye. I told her Jazmin's reasoning and that she thought I needed to be free to make my own choices and mistakes, then I told Moira what I really thought about that. I had never said it out loud, until that moment on the half sofa, as Moira squeezed my knee and I cried uncontrollably: I was livid at Jazmin. Not because she gave me what she considered freedom, I was angry because she took my choice. Her excuses that I needed to live and make my own choices and mistakes were utter bullshit. Jazmin was my choice. She had to know that and maybe our relationship wasn't perfect, but it was everything to me. I wanted children, grandchildren, that swing on the front porch; I wanted it all and I wanted it with her. She took that future away and now my last remaining choice with Jazmin is sitting on my dining table in the form of divorce papers and she wants to take that choice from me too. I spit out every spiteful word that had been hiding in my head to Moira and once it was done, I let her hold me until I stopped crying.

It was when the last tear fell that the situation changed and led me to where I am right now. In this bed. Naked.

Moira kissed me on that sofa last night. She moved the hair away from my face and lifted my chin, then simply kissed me for what seemed like hours. Her lips felt incredible and I was the one who turned that innocent kiss into something way less innocent and the moment my tongue found its way into her mouth, Moira took over.

From there, it was a blur.

Time sped up for me when Moira grabbed my hand and practically ran to her limo. I remember laughing the whole way there and falling into the car with Moira landing on top of me. The humour was lost once Moira reattached our lips and unbuttoned my jeans at the same time. I should have stopped her right then, but I was consumed by the euphoric feeling of her body on top of mine and her hand moving to a place that no one has been for three years. I let her fingers expertly bring me to an orgasm in the back seat of her limo and didn't feel an ounce of shame for it. 18 year old me would have been mortified by what had just happened, but 26 year old me had been denied the intimacy I so obviously craved for too long.