Previously.. 

"Don’t go." She clutches me firmly to her.

For some strange reason, I feel at peace with this woman
in arm.  

Turning my head slightly, I glance at her face. 

Yes, she isn’t my wife. 

I am a monster.

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Chapter 15

Is this a dream? If it is I never want to wake up. I snuggle closer to the body next to me, absorbing the welcoming warmth and losing myself in her scent. Opening my eyes slowly, I chance a glance at the sleeping figure.

She is breathtakingly gorgeous. Being this intimately close to her now, it is like I am seeing her for the first time. She is real, not some phantom lover in my dreams. Dark wavy hairs framing sculpted cheekbones, long eyelashes, sculpted jaws, a perfectly straight nose and the most lustrously soft lips, slightly parted revealing perfectly white teeth.

Where have you been hiding all these times?

My heart swells with so much emotions just watching her sleep peacefully now. There is no doubt in my heart I am in love her.

A married woman. God..what have I done…

I have been in denial with my feelings for her because of her marital status. Strangely, being in her arms give me strength to finally admitting and accepting how I truly feel about her.
 
Made love? Did we really do that? There were moments of gentle explorations, moments of wild passionate fucking. Would she think of last night as love making?

I seduced her. It was consenting..but still…I made the first move. I am a whore….a home wrecking whore.

Alice’s comments last night suddenly echoe in mind. ‘..If her home is not already wrecked then what is she doing at our clinic..’

But still….

Bette shifts a little in her sleep, her thigh presses deeper between my legs.

Jesus….she is making me wet again.

Our bodies press together, front to front….my breasts nestle gently under hers. She is so perfect.

My skins tingle and my heart beats faster remembering her touch, her hunger, her scent, her strength, the intensity in her eyes like thunderbolts pierced through my heart when she came.

What we did last night will bring unimaginable consequences. I don’t know how Bette react when she wakes up. I can’t bear to see regrets, guilt, disgust in her eyes but I know I will find them there. She is the kind of person who takes on all wrongdoings and put them on her own shoulders and that part of her is obvious in her therapy session with me.