Abigail
Jeremy tasted like the Hennessy and lemonade he’d been drinking. Abigail leaned into his kiss and felt like melting. She could barely think straight but she knew they shouldn’t be doing this. When they broke apart, she was able to speak, “This is wrong. We should stop.” Despite knowing that he was married and she was keeping a secret from him, she had a feeling like she was home when they kissed. She didn’t want to stop but the rational part of her knew that this couldn’t end well and so did he. “I know,” he whispered.
A small part of her heart broke as he said it. She had been expecting it but hearing it was confirmation of what she had been telling herself all these years. He didn’t care, she was nothing to him. What he did next took her by surprise. He reached up and brushed
