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The afternoon sun frizzled into cooling orange hue. We sat in front of the television. He has his arms around me. I felt a transfer of warmth from his chest to my back. No matter how tough the day is, he always seems to have a smile on his face. Sometimes he would drop by with a bottle of wine or other stuff. It doesn’t matter what he brought. What I look forward is him, his handsome face smiling when I opened the door. Jeff is married. It is the only reason why I didn’t make my move the first time I met him.
I had no idea what came over me. My body shivered and my eyes wet. I couldn’t hold on anymore. This feeling for Jeff had grown incredibly overwhelming. More than I can handle. When the hotel told us there was a mistake in our bookings and we had to share a room, I was ecstatic and frightened all at once. The first night I couldn’t sleep. I had the man I’m in love with lying right beside me, but I couldn’t do a thing. I watched him sleep. He probably dreamt of his beautiful wife and their little boy. There is no room for me, and never will be. But on the second night, impossibility took a surprise turn. I spilt my guts out. And that night Jeff became someone I didn’t expect him is capable. He spoke comfort into my ears. He held me in a tight embrace. He brought breath to resuscitate my body. He gave impossibility a bad name. When morning came I felt that same feeling again – the one I felt on the first day. I was worried of his reaction. I would understand if he freaked out and denied whatever happened the night before. Who am I kidding, he is a married man. I was ready to take the blame, any insult, and even tolerate if Jeff ever thought of beating the daylight out of me for seducing him. The morning sun peeked through the half-closed drapes. Rays danced beautifully towards the bed and graced the two bodies. Good morning, Tony. Whatever uneasiness I had was blown away by Jeff’s kissing and strong arms. Jeff never said anything beyond the known fact he is someone else husband. He seldom talked of Audrey or Samuel. If he did said anything, he always has a way of not over saying. He may be someone else husband, but when he walked in my apartment he is my lover. He was attentive and loving. He also has a way of kissing away whatever worries or guilt. Our relationship did not initiate from a drunken kiss or develop from mindless sexcapades. It was something else. It was fulfilling enough for me to overlook the fact that he can never spend the night at my place or the whole weekend with me. I was learning that I love him more each day, even though I know it was impossible to expect the same from him. Only later in my life I realized how wrong I was. The phone rang.
I had no idea what came over me. My body shivered and my eyes wet. I couldn’t hold on anymore. This feeling for Jeff had grown incredibly overwhelming. More than I can handle. When the hotel told us there was a mistake in our bookings and we had to share a room, I was ecstatic and frightened all at once. The first night I couldn’t sleep. I had the man I’m in love with lying right beside me, but I couldn’t do a thing. I watched him sleep. He probably dreamt of his beautiful wife and their little boy. There is no room for me, and never will be. But on the second night, impossibility took a surprise turn. I spilt my guts out. And that night Jeff became someone I didn’t expect him is capable. He spoke comfort into my ears. He held me in a tight embrace. He brought breath to resuscitate my body. He gave impossibility a bad name. When morning came I felt that same feeling again – the one I felt on the first day. I was worried of his reaction. I would understand if he freaked out and denied whatever happened the night before. Who am I kidding, he is a married man. I was ready to take the blame, any insult, and even tolerate if Jeff ever thought of beating the daylight out of me for seducing him. The morning sun peeked through the half-closed drapes. Rays danced beautifully towards the bed and graced the two bodies. Good morning, Tony. Whatever uneasiness I had was blown away by Jeff’s kissing and strong arms. Jeff never said anything beyond the known fact he is someone else husband. He seldom talked of Audrey or Samuel. If he did said anything, he always has a way of not over saying. He may be someone else husband, but when he walked in my apartment he is my lover. He was attentive and loving. He also has a way of kissing away whatever worries or guilt. Our relationship did not initiate from a drunken kiss or develop from mindless sexcapades. It was something else. It was fulfilling enough for me to overlook the fact that he can never spend the night at my place or the whole weekend with me. I was learning that I love him more each day, even though I know it was impossible to expect the same from him. Only later in my life I realized how wrong I was. The phone rang.
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