Reality

He was looking at me the way I have always wanted to be looked at. The way Adam never looked at me.
This wasn't right. I shouldn't be doing this. My head was pounding with adrenaline and guilt.
His face was only inches from mine and I could feel the warmth of his breath against my lips.
'Control yourself.' I thought as he lifted his hand to touch my face. His touch was electrifying and I knew that if he made that first move, if his lips so much as brushed mine, I wouldn't be able to stop him or myself from taking things too far.
It was funny actually. There I was, at a concert, with the most beautiful person in the world. A person millions of girls would kill to be with; but he was touching me. He was looking at me. It was unreal. Like a dream.
Only, the hard truth, the harsh reality was... I was married. And no matter how hard I tried to deny it, in the back of my mind I knew that I was about to do something unforgivable.