Alonzo was the last person I saw before I fell asleep.
And Alonzo was also the first person I saw when I opened my eyes.
I sighed when I saw our current position. He was hugging me as if he was trying to mold his body to my small frame. His face was buried in my neck.
Last night… was really wild yet felt so passionate. I don't know how many times we did it last night; all I know is that I fell asleep out of exhaustion.
Not once. Not twice. But three times something happened between Alonzo and me.
And in all three of those times, I wanted it. He didn't force me…
And in all three of those times, I wanted it. He didn't force me...
I lay there, contemplating if being with Alonzo was right or not. He is, after all, the brother of my husband. Yet, despite the potential for guilt and the c
