Strait’s You Look So Good in Love , and Mike holds me tight, moving his hands all over the soft pants covering my bottom. He knows that always makes me hot, and he starts kissing my ear, doubling the temptation. I’ve been drinking anything that was offered, knowing this is my last party with the company, and conscious of the impending end of my marriage. It’s a big deal to me, ending this lifelong commitment, and I’m really feeling it tonight.
“I love you so much, baby,” Mike whispers in my ear.
It’s just too much. I can’t help trembling against him as I cry.
He tips my face up. His thumbs brush away my tears, and his familiar mouth comes down on mine.
I’m sinking into this kiss, unable to fight it anymore. Unwilling to. He’s a good, loving man who made an error in judgment. And he loves me so much. He just told me so. I melt against him and kiss him back. It’s been ages since the last time we made love, and I’m missing it bad.
Mike has his wits about him enough to notice his guys are staring. Because he’s the designated driver tonight, he isn’t drinking. He leads me outside and around the corner. It’s freezing out, but he draws me into his suit jacket and we make out some more.
God, I want him so bad. I love him so much. I realize too late that I’m saying these things aloud, and he’s saying he knows, he knows I love him, want him. Of course he can tell I want him, he always can. He knows everything about me. Like that I forgive him for everything.
How long until he cheats again, like Aunt Clara predicted? What would Aunt Clara think of me now? But it sure feels good here. Maybe I could give in, just this once. He’d have to use a condom. I don’t want to catch anything. And then there’s Adam. How would he feel? Would I be cheating on Adam if I had sex with my husband?
Ohh, it’s all suddenly too much for my spinning head.
“Mi-ike!” I cry. “Move, I’m gonna–”
He steps out of my way just in time. Obviously I’ve had too much to drink. Time for Mandy to call it a night. While I’m in the ladies’ room getting myself together, Mike finds one of his guys who is on the wagon and leaving soon. My ride is all arranged.
As he helps me into the car I’m going home in, Mike whispers, “Be in our bed upstairs, baby, and we’ll finish. I’ll be home as soon as I can. I’m so happy everything’s okay now.”
My head may be spinning, but did I say that ?
Chapter 7
It’s morning and I’m in my downstairs bedroom. I feel awful, like I snacked on the lint from the dryer after drinking a toxic chemical from under the sink. I guess alcohol is a toxic chemical, huh?
Mike must’ve felt bad for me when he found me down here. He didn’t try anything, only kissed my forehead and left. Now there’s a fresh rose and a bottle of ibuprofen on the table next to the bed. And a note.
Gone huntin again. Thanks for last night.
:) M
Ugh. Almost makes me wonder if he got me drunk on purpose so he could worm his way back into my heart. Well, today I feel miserable and not at all forgiving. I can still remember how good it felt being with him again, how hot we are together after all these years.
Am I willing to give that up? Pretty sure, yeah.
Upstairs–takes me awhile to make it there–I find more flowers and a dozen doughnuts. He must have been up and around very early to get this stuff and still be able to join his friends hunting.
I almost jump out of my skin when the phone rings. It’s Aunt Clara. “Hello,” I sing, using a tone that would fool anyone but her into thinking I’ve been up for hours.
“Amanda, did I get you up?”
“No, I’m, um, up.” No use sugarcoating it. “It was Mike’s company party last night.”
“Still keepin’ up appearances, are we?”
“Yeah.”
“Still gonna give ’im the boot after Christmas?”
“Yeah.”
“Drink tomata juice. It’s the best thing for a hangover. Bye, honey.”
Like a child, I obey her
“I love you so much, baby,” Mike whispers in my ear.
It’s just too much. I can’t help trembling against him as I cry.
He tips my face up. His thumbs brush away my tears, and his familiar mouth comes down on mine.
I’m sinking into this kiss, unable to fight it anymore. Unwilling to. He’s a good, loving man who made an error in judgment. And he loves me so much. He just told me so. I melt against him and kiss him back. It’s been ages since the last time we made love, and I’m missing it bad.
Mike has his wits about him enough to notice his guys are staring. Because he’s the designated driver tonight, he isn’t drinking. He leads me outside and around the corner. It’s freezing out, but he draws me into his suit jacket and we make out some more.
God, I want him so bad. I love him so much. I realize too late that I’m saying these things aloud, and he’s saying he knows, he knows I love him, want him. Of course he can tell I want him, he always can. He knows everything about me. Like that I forgive him for everything.
How long until he cheats again, like Aunt Clara predicted? What would Aunt Clara think of me now? But it sure feels good here. Maybe I could give in, just this once. He’d have to use a condom. I don’t want to catch anything. And then there’s Adam. How would he feel? Would I be cheating on Adam if I had sex with my husband?
Ohh, it’s all suddenly too much for my spinning head.
“Mi-ike!” I cry. “Move, I’m gonna–”
He steps out of my way just in time. Obviously I’ve had too much to drink. Time for Mandy to call it a night. While I’m in the ladies’ room getting myself together, Mike finds one of his guys who is on the wagon and leaving soon. My ride is all arranged.
As he helps me into the car I’m going home in, Mike whispers, “Be in our bed upstairs, baby, and we’ll finish. I’ll be home as soon as I can. I’m so happy everything’s okay now.”
My head may be spinning, but did I say that ?
Chapter 7
It’s morning and I’m in my downstairs bedroom. I feel awful, like I snacked on the lint from the dryer after drinking a toxic chemical from under the sink. I guess alcohol is a toxic chemical, huh?
Mike must’ve felt bad for me when he found me down here. He didn’t try anything, only kissed my forehead and left. Now there’s a fresh rose and a bottle of ibuprofen on the table next to the bed. And a note.
Gone huntin again. Thanks for last night.
:) M
Ugh. Almost makes me wonder if he got me drunk on purpose so he could worm his way back into my heart. Well, today I feel miserable and not at all forgiving. I can still remember how good it felt being with him again, how hot we are together after all these years.
Am I willing to give that up? Pretty sure, yeah.
Upstairs–takes me awhile to make it there–I find more flowers and a dozen doughnuts. He must have been up and around very early to get this stuff and still be able to join his friends hunting.
I almost jump out of my skin when the phone rings. It’s Aunt Clara. “Hello,” I sing, using a tone that would fool anyone but her into thinking I’ve been up for hours.
“Amanda, did I get you up?”
“No, I’m, um, up.” No use sugarcoating it. “It was Mike’s company party last night.”
“Still keepin’ up appearances, are we?”
“Yeah.”
“Still gonna give ’im the boot after Christmas?”
“Yeah.”
“Drink tomata juice. It’s the best thing for a hangover. Bye, honey.”
Like a child, I obey her
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