There had been many occasions in the past week when she’d felt nothing but an overwhelming mixture of guilt and shame...
He knew she was surprised by the way her eyes widened just slightly. Another give away was the way that she practically threw the comforter over her upper body where she lay in bed…
Your kiss changed when I finally lay beneath you on that bed. It became less urgent...
As he took hold of Stevie’s hand and walked with her, a united front as they marched to the stage to perform for their audience, it felt as it always had, as familiar as anything in his life was...
He likes to emphasize how happy he is to have a spouse, how glad he is that he has a traditional family, how he loved and loves having children - all the things he doesn’t think she has...
She gripped his hand tightly, allowing herself to draw strength and comfort from its familiarity...
He held them out to her awkwardly, like this same scene hadn't played itself out for the past seventeen years, and so she smiled softly at him, not bothering to feign surprise at his appearance at her door...
Did it make her a bad person that she automatically felt satisfied at hearing one of Lindsey’s songs when she knew it was about her? Well, self-centered at the very least. Though that wasn’t exactly news…
Struggling with the concept of friendship was definitely not a new thing...
It didn’t take him very long to notice her presence. It wasn’t some kind of magical chill that ran through his veins or the hairs standing up on the back of his neck...
The phone call came in the early hours of the morning...
He arrives at ten pm, guitar in one hand and a small overnight bag in the other...
Lindsey had been looking forward to this moment for weeks now, hoping he wasn’t projecting his own desires on the situation, that her little comments here and there actually meant what he thought they meant...
"Do you not have any blankets down here?"
With her, it was easy.
“Good morning, honey,” she said as he came downstairs for breakfast, bleary-eyed and unshaven.
Lindsey never bothered using the defense ‘we’re just friends’ when Carol Ann worked up the nerve to confront him about his relationship with his ex...
The first line they crossed breached the gap between friendship and romance. Their first kiss was not memorable, not anything special. But she always remembered it...
She’d been more than a little nervous about this during the past week and hated, really hated, the sinking feeling low in her stomach that told her this was a huge mistake...
Sometimes she thinks such a superficial, temporary fix isn't even close to what they need. Other nights, as she curls up against his naked body, satisfied and exhausted, she wonders why she bothers pretending it isn't...