As I took a shower, I thought about Noah and how I felt about him. He was strange feeling that I want to explore, but I know I can't because I'm engaged.
I look down at my ring longingly. I love Rick, I promise I do and there is nothing that is going to change that. We're good, we're perfect. He's perfect and we are madly in love, I want him to be the father of my kids and I want to grow old him. But damn Noah got under my skin, and he barely laid a hand on me and let me tell you; those lips... MY GOD.
I know I shouldn't have but I just had to taste his lips and I don't regret it. My body against his, my lips sucking on his, was like eating rich red velvet cake, especially when you know damn well shouldn't be because you're dieting. What I felt when I kissed him once, I've never in my li
