For a moment, my heart stops beating, and I’m completely frozen in the moment. My body stiffens as the logical part of my brain instinctively telling me to pull away. That this is wrong, that I shouldn’t let it happen. But his lips are so soft, so insistent, moving against mine with a tenderness I never expected. And he’s such a good kisser that it’s impossibly hard to resist him. I hear him let out a soft groan of frustration, and I know it’s my cue to kiss him back. My heart races, pounding so loudly I can barely hear my own thoughts.
But still, they are there, and the deeper I kiss him, the louder they become.
What am I doing?
He’s married. Not just married but also the man whose wife confronted me hours ago, threatening me to stay away from her husband—or die. The same woman whose d
