“You can't do this to me,” she says, desperate. “No one knows I'm married.”
“And why not? Wouldn't it be hypocritical of me to demand that from her?”
“Let's not get into this discussion again!” She starts to get agitated.
“Liz, I'm sorry!” I just want to undo everything I did to her.
“Sorry? Do you really think asking for forgiveness will solve anything?”
“What do you want me to do?” I can't contain myself; I get up and start walking toward her.
“Don't come any closer!”
“Why, Liz?” I gently touch my forehead to hers, feeling her body vibrate with my touch. “Answer me.” She says nothing.
And finally, I kiss her, and to my surprise, she responds.
I feel that she needs me, just as I need her. I see a vein pulsing in her neck, and I start kissing her relentlessly, exactly where her bo
