That about undid me.
I pushed inside her slowly, feeling her tightening around me, taking me inch by inch.Her back arched. Her breath grew faster. Her nails dug into my shoulders as she adjustedto the stretch of me.She felt perfect, hot, tight, pulling me deeper, making it impossible to think, impossible todo anything but move.
She opened her eyes, and whatever I saw there—whatever she saw in me—made my chesttighten.I moved slowly at first, drawing out every sensation, feeling every shift, every pulseof her around me. Her hands slid down my back, urging me closer. I moved faster.I buried my face in her neck, groaning as she clenched her body around me, as her gasps turned intoquiet cries, as she shattered beneath me, taking me with her.
Afterwards, we lay tangled together, her body pressed against mine, our breathing uneven. She sighed. I kissed her shoulder.
“I’ll be right back,” she said softly. I brushed my hand down her back as she slips out of bed. I take a minute to relish the moment we just experienced.
When she came back, she started to get dressed and put her hair in a ponytail. The intimacy of the moment stirred up something I didn’t know I had been missing.
I got up and slid back on my pants.
We didn’t speak as we made our way downstairs, but whatever it was, the energy between us was still there, even in the silence. I poured her coffee without asking, sliding it across the counter.She accepted it with a quiet, “Thanks.”
I wanted to ask when I’d see her again. I wanted to tell her this wasn’t just something thathappened.Instead, I watched her take a sip, watching the way she avoided my eyes.When she finally did meet my gaze, I already knew.
This wasn’t just a mistake.It wasn’t just a one-time thing.It was the beginning of something impossible to stop.
CHAPTER 30
AGAINST THE WALL
NATALIE
Ijust had sex with Will. It felt like a scene from a movie, the kind of passion you think only exists in Hollywood scripts. The way he touched me, the way he made me feel…yet how could something so incredible also feel so wrong?
I drove home in silence with the weight of what I’d done sinking in. Meredith was working on her laptop when I got back. I told her I was going for a walk.
“I’ll join you,” she said.
When we started walking, I couldn’t hold it in. I came right out and told her everything—from the bagels to the orgasms.
“Wow,” she said, wide-eyed. “You really went for it.”
I nodded, feeling shame twist in my stomach. “It has to end. That must be it. This will just have to be a dream, a memory. I’ll die with it.”
“Will it be that easy?” she asked skeptically.
“I don’t know,” I admitted, “but I’m going to tell him it was a one-time thing. I need to fix things with Jason.”
“Jason?” Meredith asked, her tone cutting. “Look, if you’re going to try to fix things, maybe we should find out what exactly you need to fix. You’d feel better knowing the truth.”
“What? No!” I snapped. “I wouldn’t feel better if he’s cheating, too.” That would just make us a mockery of marriage.”
“Really? Shouldn’t you know?” she pressed.
I hesitated. “I guess,” I said quietly, “but I don’t want him to know what I did.”
“Fair enough,” she said with a shrug.
“Look, let’s just put all this aside for now. Let’s go out Friday night. Your neighbor, Camille, was telling me about this place, Bourbon House. Sunsets, cocktails, it’ll be good for you.”
“When did you talk to her?” I asked.
“She dropped off some flowers from her garden, and we decided we needed a girls’ night. And youreallyneed a girls’ night,” Meredith said pointedly. “Call a sitter or see if your baby daddy will be back.”
Surprisingly, he was. Jason came home on Thursday. Meredith let him know about our girl’s night to make sure he was on dad duty.
