❝She just wanted to feel better, to numb the pain of the date and it's significance. For a moment, he didn't react, but then he pulled her closer, kissing her hard, with an intensity she couldn't quite place. His hands dug into her hips, and he kissed her until they were both breathless, the tension of the day finding release in their shared urgency.
He had hated how powerless he felt, watching her with her husband, unable to do anything.
Without a word, he dragged her to the bedroom, and they tumbled onto the bed, stripping away each other's clothes in a rush, both desperate, though for entirely different reasons.❞
"she doesn't have to know." he told me. i was conflicted. confused. but wanted him so badly.
her friend was married. she was single. she liked it that way, showed her independence. it did get lonely sometimes though. till someone caught her eye. the wrong person caught her eye, actually. her best friend's husband. but, why him? out of all people, why him? what made her attracted to... him? and why did his feelings reciprocate?