Liam smiled at me with so much love and warmth that I began to feel at ease. I had been thinking about this moment ever since we met at the mall two weeks ago. I walked over to him and placed my hands on his bare chest - a chest that would put David Beckham to shame. We stood there staring at each other, neither saying a word -simply basking in each other's presence.
If things went how I wanted them to go, there would be no turning back. My life would be forever changed. I stood under the shower in room 315, washing away my sins as I recalled what transpired between us.
The man made love to my body like he had known my curves, dips, and spots for years. I frowned when I thought of how my husband once touched me in those ways.
I couldn't help but compare the two - one was inattentive and no longer cared about my needs, whereas my secret lover cared about every need I had before I had the need itself.
Is this how it's supposed to be? I squeezed the shampoo into my hair and started to work the soap into my scalp. I didn't regret letting him touch my sacred spots; I couldn't wait for the next time. WAIT! Next time... I sighed. What the hell had I got myself into? This wasn't me, but I knew I couldn't stop. I pictured his hands running over my body, touching, sucking and licking. I shuddered, my body feeling tingly all over and reminiscent of his touch. I was still in disbelief that I let things GO THAT FAR... I did not feel any remorse; what I wanted was him.
I craved him, knowing that I belonged to someone and so did he. I sighed in frustration, because life as I knew it had forever changed all because of the invitation to room 315.
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