Chapter 1
In my guest room, Blake caresses my neck and surrounds me with his scent, a haunting mixture of rosemary and lavender, so subtle, yet sure to sink into my sheets, so that I can smell him minutes after he leaves and goes to his sleeping wife. We lay in each others' arms. Candlelight flickers across his bare chest. Shadows hide half of his chiseled face. We haven't even taken all our clothes off yet, but I'm already dreading the moment he'll have to go.
Why did his wife come back?
I worked with him for one year. It took the whole time for him to work himself up to our first kiss, which just happened two weeks ago. I need more than kisses. I've waited for too long already. Usually we hang out in my room until the sun comes up, watching movies and drifting slowly into sleep. Once dawn came he would wake himself up and sneak back into his room so his two kids wouldn't see him departing from mine. But his wife just returned after leaving him for another man for the second time in their marriage. There won't be any cuddling together tonight. She wants to try and make things work, maybe see if they can start again.
No. You had many chances. Now it's my turn and I want him all to myself.
But as the days continue, it doesn't seem like I'll get my way. It is his wife after all, regardless of whether she hurt him or not, his love for her is still there. I catch the emotion in his eyes as he talks to her about his day over dinner each night. It's in his fingers when he squeezes her hand and places a gentle peck on her cheek. Their love, no matter how cracked and distorted still thickens the air in the house and makes it hard for me to breathe.
What will happen to him and me?
I gaze at Blake now as he studies the curve of my neck and how my vanilla flesh shivers with each massage of his hands. He doesn't look the same, not like the other times he's come to me, before she returned. Anticipation doesn't radiate from him, just desire and subtle hints of regret.
Or maybe I'm just imagining it all.
This is the first time we've been able to talk. Last Sunday, his wife arrived out of no where and disrupted dinner, crying that she missed them all. What could Blake do as his kids watched, but get up and hold their mother? Every day after that, she kept close to him, never letting him out of her sight.
Until tonight. She must've fallen asleep before him.
As soon as he knocked on my door, I opened it, pulled him in, and attacked his face with wet kisses. His mouth protested, whispering he couldn't and shouldn't. But, his hands explored, and so I tugged him further, step by step to my bed with every intention of never letting him go and ignoring his low pleas of no.
“Paige, we can't do this anymore.” Lust pools within his blue eyes. Regret and need war within his voice. “This started off so innocent. Talking at night together and watching a few movies. But now this isn't so clean or clear to decipher. I'm in your room. . .kissing you, again, after I told you I wouldn't anymore.”
“I love your mouth on me.”
“Janet is back.”
“I don't care.”
“I do. Janet and I should try and make this work for Alyssa and Sammy.”
I press my lips together, unable to come up with a rebuttal when it comes to his kids, those two sweethearts. God knows they deserve a happy home after so many years of their parents' arguing and separations.
But what about Blake and me? There won't be an us, not if his wife continues to pretend like she has changed.
But she hasn't. She's still getting calls from strange men when Blake is at work. She's still rushing off to meetings with “friends” and leaving the kids with me. I gaze at him and tuck my black hair behind my ears. “Just give me tonight.”
Sighing, he licks his lips, considers it for a few seconds, and then abruptly shakes his head. “No. I can't. Shit. I can't believe I even had to think about it.” He runs his fingers through his blond hair. “I shouldn't even be here.
In my guest room, Blake caresses my neck and surrounds me with his scent, a haunting mixture of rosemary and lavender, so subtle, yet sure to sink into my sheets, so that I can smell him minutes after he leaves and goes to his sleeping wife. We lay in each others' arms. Candlelight flickers across his bare chest. Shadows hide half of his chiseled face. We haven't even taken all our clothes off yet, but I'm already dreading the moment he'll have to go.
Why did his wife come back?
I worked with him for one year. It took the whole time for him to work himself up to our first kiss, which just happened two weeks ago. I need more than kisses. I've waited for too long already. Usually we hang out in my room until the sun comes up, watching movies and drifting slowly into sleep. Once dawn came he would wake himself up and sneak back into his room so his two kids wouldn't see him departing from mine. But his wife just returned after leaving him for another man for the second time in their marriage. There won't be any cuddling together tonight. She wants to try and make things work, maybe see if they can start again.
No. You had many chances. Now it's my turn and I want him all to myself.
But as the days continue, it doesn't seem like I'll get my way. It is his wife after all, regardless of whether she hurt him or not, his love for her is still there. I catch the emotion in his eyes as he talks to her about his day over dinner each night. It's in his fingers when he squeezes her hand and places a gentle peck on her cheek. Their love, no matter how cracked and distorted still thickens the air in the house and makes it hard for me to breathe.
What will happen to him and me?
I gaze at Blake now as he studies the curve of my neck and how my vanilla flesh shivers with each massage of his hands. He doesn't look the same, not like the other times he's come to me, before she returned. Anticipation doesn't radiate from him, just desire and subtle hints of regret.
Or maybe I'm just imagining it all.
This is the first time we've been able to talk. Last Sunday, his wife arrived out of no where and disrupted dinner, crying that she missed them all. What could Blake do as his kids watched, but get up and hold their mother? Every day after that, she kept close to him, never letting him out of her sight.
Until tonight. She must've fallen asleep before him.
As soon as he knocked on my door, I opened it, pulled him in, and attacked his face with wet kisses. His mouth protested, whispering he couldn't and shouldn't. But, his hands explored, and so I tugged him further, step by step to my bed with every intention of never letting him go and ignoring his low pleas of no.
“Paige, we can't do this anymore.” Lust pools within his blue eyes. Regret and need war within his voice. “This started off so innocent. Talking at night together and watching a few movies. But now this isn't so clean or clear to decipher. I'm in your room. . .kissing you, again, after I told you I wouldn't anymore.”
“I love your mouth on me.”
“Janet is back.”
“I don't care.”
“I do. Janet and I should try and make this work for Alyssa and Sammy.”
I press my lips together, unable to come up with a rebuttal when it comes to his kids, those two sweethearts. God knows they deserve a happy home after so many years of their parents' arguing and separations.
But what about Blake and me? There won't be an us, not if his wife continues to pretend like she has changed.
But she hasn't. She's still getting calls from strange men when Blake is at work. She's still rushing off to meetings with “friends” and leaving the kids with me. I gaze at him and tuck my black hair behind my ears. “Just give me tonight.”
Sighing, he licks his lips, considers it for a few seconds, and then abruptly shakes his head. “No. I can't. Shit. I can't believe I even had to think about it.” He runs his fingers through his blond hair. “I shouldn't even be here.
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