Crossing Lines The Beginning
I watch from the doorway, trying to gauge her mood. She is milling about the kitchen, seemingly happy, softly humming.I approach her with optimism, drawing her towards me. "You're so beautiful." "You have to say that. You're my husband," she says, wriggling away."No, I mean it. I would love to show you what you mean to me," I continue, trying to kiss her."Hun, I have things I need to do," she replies, turning her cheek to my lips.I move in again, coaxing, "But, the kids are gone for the...
Cheating