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Authors: Antoinette Candela, Paige Maroney
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her? Will she get in touch with him?
They always seem to find each other. Like two lost ships, but are they really, if the current is pulling them in the same direction?
I push him, my palms flat on his chest, but James clings to me, kissing my neck. His body is hot and hard against mine. Looking at him, I see the man whom I love, and here I am acting like an envious teenager, questioning him about a girl he knew before me.
What kind of woman am I?
I’m twenty-six years old, a college graduate with a career and a successful fiancé who just graduated from Harvard Law School. He is mine. He is here with me and not with her. My chest is tightening as if someone is reaching inside and gripping my fragile heart in their fist, halting its constant rhythm. I close my eyes.
Breathe. Slow. Deep breaths.
“Brie, listen to me,” he urges.” Look at me.”
I crack open my eyes and look at his. The blue eyes I love with everything in me. The blue eyes I’ve stared into for the past two years. The only eyes I want to see when I wake up every morning.
Our fingers lace together, and he tugs me close. My chest is crushed to his, and his face brushes my cheek. His hot breath caresses my ear as his lips travel down to my collarbone. He feels so good, that warmth radiates down my legs and hardens my nipples to painful peaks.
“I want you.” His features relax, and then he leans in closer. “I do.” He moistens his lips and plants a soft kiss on the corner of my lips. “I will prove it to you in two weeks, Brie. I need you. I want only you.” He takes my hand and holds it up so that the diamond sparkles in the morning sunlight. “I slipped this onto your finger for a reason. I don’t want anybody else.”
Jesus Christ. Mason Marks is popping up everywhere. I anticipated running into some old faces from the past when I moved back to town, but I’m not quite sure how I feel about running into him. Honestly, I wouldn’t feel this way if he didn’t know I was married to Brie and then caught me at his bar getting a little cozy with Lisa, but it’s not what it looks like. We work closely together. The long hours, the cases—it’s all taking a toll—and that night at the bar was a way to wind down.
What are the chances he would be the guy fixing that piece of shit washing machine, meet my wife, and then catch me out with another woman? I haven’t seen him in years, and here is he giving me shit. I didn’t need to justify my actions to him, but I do need to be smarter with whom I’m seen in public and avoid touching other women apart from my wife.
Lisa has a thing for me, and lately she has been more aggressive with her advances. I can’t avoid her or quit my job over this. She’s the damn deputy district attorney. She’s stunning, smart, and very single, but I’m not. She’s literally sitting on my lap everyday going over old and new cases and attending all the same meetings and functions at my side. Nothing has happened, but it is getting dangerously close. I’ve always liked to dance with the devil and play on the edge like this.
Restraint. I need to play it cool, but I’m strung so tight with work I’m about to snap. I’m slipping like a loose knot. Just a little tug and I’m going to unravel.
Then there’s Brie, who without a doubt is the most patient and understanding woman I know. Yet, here I am fucking it all up by shutting her out, and in the end, I know I’ll shatter her delicate character. This job is important to me. It’s the reason I took the position and moved back a year ago. I busted my ass in law school to get here. Dedicated my life to this. The lengthy hours are part of the job, but she didn’t anticipate this shit, and honestly, neither did I. It’s wearing on our marriage, but it has to get better and easier soon. There’s the honeymoon period, and then fucking real life takes over. This is the shit that really tests a marriage, and I’m failing at it.
Moving, I lean my elbows
They always seem to find each other. Like two lost ships, but are they really, if the current is pulling them in the same direction?
I push him, my palms flat on his chest, but James clings to me, kissing my neck. His body is hot and hard against mine. Looking at him, I see the man whom I love, and here I am acting like an envious teenager, questioning him about a girl he knew before me.
What kind of woman am I?
I’m twenty-six years old, a college graduate with a career and a successful fiancé who just graduated from Harvard Law School. He is mine. He is here with me and not with her. My chest is tightening as if someone is reaching inside and gripping my fragile heart in their fist, halting its constant rhythm. I close my eyes.
Breathe. Slow. Deep breaths.
“Brie, listen to me,” he urges.” Look at me.”
I crack open my eyes and look at his. The blue eyes I love with everything in me. The blue eyes I’ve stared into for the past two years. The only eyes I want to see when I wake up every morning.
Our fingers lace together, and he tugs me close. My chest is crushed to his, and his face brushes my cheek. His hot breath caresses my ear as his lips travel down to my collarbone. He feels so good, that warmth radiates down my legs and hardens my nipples to painful peaks.
“I want you.” His features relax, and then he leans in closer. “I do.” He moistens his lips and plants a soft kiss on the corner of my lips. “I will prove it to you in two weeks, Brie. I need you. I want only you.” He takes my hand and holds it up so that the diamond sparkles in the morning sunlight. “I slipped this onto your finger for a reason. I don’t want anybody else.”
Jesus Christ. Mason Marks is popping up everywhere. I anticipated running into some old faces from the past when I moved back to town, but I’m not quite sure how I feel about running into him. Honestly, I wouldn’t feel this way if he didn’t know I was married to Brie and then caught me at his bar getting a little cozy with Lisa, but it’s not what it looks like. We work closely together. The long hours, the cases—it’s all taking a toll—and that night at the bar was a way to wind down.
What are the chances he would be the guy fixing that piece of shit washing machine, meet my wife, and then catch me out with another woman? I haven’t seen him in years, and here is he giving me shit. I didn’t need to justify my actions to him, but I do need to be smarter with whom I’m seen in public and avoid touching other women apart from my wife.
Lisa has a thing for me, and lately she has been more aggressive with her advances. I can’t avoid her or quit my job over this. She’s the damn deputy district attorney. She’s stunning, smart, and very single, but I’m not. She’s literally sitting on my lap everyday going over old and new cases and attending all the same meetings and functions at my side. Nothing has happened, but it is getting dangerously close. I’ve always liked to dance with the devil and play on the edge like this.
Restraint. I need to play it cool, but I’m strung so tight with work I’m about to snap. I’m slipping like a loose knot. Just a little tug and I’m going to unravel.
Then there’s Brie, who without a doubt is the most patient and understanding woman I know. Yet, here I am fucking it all up by shutting her out, and in the end, I know I’ll shatter her delicate character. This job is important to me. It’s the reason I took the position and moved back a year ago. I busted my ass in law school to get here. Dedicated my life to this. The lengthy hours are part of the job, but she didn’t anticipate this shit, and honestly, neither did I. It’s wearing on our marriage, but it has to get better and easier soon. There’s the honeymoon period, and then fucking real life takes over. This is the shit that really tests a marriage, and I’m failing at it.
Moving, I lean my elbows
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