I woke up that morning with you laying on top of me. Your head resting on my stomach, your arms wrapped around my body like a pillow. One arm between my legs and cradling my back. You sighed and kissed my belly and it made my clitoris twitch. I cried your name so loudly I woke myself up and stared into my husbands face, he heard me. He was so angry, in that way he only gets once a year. Livid. Betrayed. Horrified. I started to beg him but I couldn’t insult him like that, he’d caught me. I cried.
And then I woke up, my pillow wet from tears. My husband asleep next to me, my best friend and best love of the last 15 years. I kept crying. Because I still want you. Even in this moment.