Michael and Erica Vignettes from an Affair
Michael Rourke sat on the edge of his bed and looked at the sleeping girl. The filtered sunlight gently lit her hair, which sprayed across the pillow, and softly highlighted her features. He smiled and put a hand out to touch her, but stopped, reluctant to wake her. Her breathing was deep, contented and her single exposed breast rose and fell with a gentle erotic rhythm. Moving slowly, not wanting to disturb her, he padded into the bathroom, closing the door carefully. He washed his face with...