I walked back into the house with a quiet resolve, happy that I could do whatever I wanted without having to worry about others.
Of course, it was a conscious decision not to let my husband's unexplained absence disturb me.
I decided to keep myself busy while waiting for him. I busied myself with tidying up the room and getting another shower.
A few minutes later, I was downstairs at the kitchen counter, spreading butter on the toast as my mind replayed my s*x scene with the security guy.
Oh, his d**k was to blame.
I couldn't just unsee it.
Will he ever see me the same way?
And how did I not notice him all this time of being in the house together?
Although, there might be no other time or lingering maybes, I enjoyed what I had with him.
The realization was heartbreaking, though,
