9
CHEYENNE
I wake up in a warm darkness—made cozy by the hot bulk of the man breathing softly beside me. I blink at the dim ceiling for a few moments, delicious lassitude mixing unpleasantly with a creeping sense of conflict.
The other woman. I never wanted to be in this position, sneaking around behind the back of a girlfriend or wife with a faithless man. But here I am, waking up beside a guy who is marrying someone else in two months.
As I lie there, I split into three and begin to argue with myself.
I love him, says one part of me, and he loves me. He’s trapped into this marriage and he’s trying to get out of it. Then he’ll be with me.
Then there’s the cautious part of me that always kept me safe from predatory men. Men lie to get s*x all the time. You know that. Could he be just
