His warm breath brushed against my neck as he spoke in a low, hoarse voice beside my ear.
"What happened that day... I'm sorry. I was the one who first started having inappropriate thoughts about you."
"I've liked you for a long time already. Seeing the way you reacted to me that night... it made me happier than it should have."
I buried my face against his chest, fingers clutching tightly at the fabric of his shirt.
My thoughts were a tangled mess I couldn't sort through no matter how hard I tried.
How had we ended up like this?
I was kissing him. Wanting him. Worse, part of me was still immersed in the feeling, secretly hoping he would go even further.
Did I really deserve Claire's kindness after this?
She had treated me so well, yet here I was, wanting her husband for myself.
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