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...
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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...
She’d imagined it numerous times. At one end of the scale, his wife would overhear them having sex in the dressing room, would slam doors, scream and shout about betrayal, perhaps even throw divorce papers at his chest. Sometimes she thought it would be less dramatic. He would come over one day, suitcases in hand, asking for a place to stay. She’d say, “You always have a place with me.” And that would be it.
You’re not even touching him but you can feel his presence in the bed and it’s comforting and reassuring...
She lay unmoving on the bed, quiet and still, and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to join her or leave her in peace...