She sleeps...somewhat agitated, restless. Tossing and turning as her delicate brunette hair folds gently over her pillow case, yet harassing her anxious face... Anxious, nervous, troubled because she was expecting a letter...a letter from her distant lover. She knew the letter was about to arrive soon, probably the very next day but was still absolutely clueless as to the content of the letter which he had written. He, William, the distant lover, the credible spouse, the ardent lover, who had travelled for thousands of miles away from home. He ,who had been away for far too long, is finally heading home. But it was to be a surprise hidden within the passionate words of the letter... for her eyes only.
Finally, she gives in to her anxiety. She sits up, pressing the bed sheet onto her bare-skinned figure; velvet skin so smooth, it could be mistaken for silk. trying not to expose so much as a glimpse of her bare chest. She crept out of bed which was now all scrunched up not only through the coarse of sleep but also through more occasional sensual and intimate activities. She tries not to awake the rugged man beside her. The man whom she only had met the night before who had accompanied her home after she had become somewhat tipsy over several margaritas. Unable to resist her deranged appeal toward this man, she had exposed herself to him intimately. She tries not to awake him. Walking to her computer, she was surprised to see that she had just received a mail. She clicks on it, hands shaking, figeting, somewhat nervous... It's a letter from William (that one kiss)... She reads it covertly as it is for her eyes only. She glances behind, making sure her little lover boy is asleep then continued her intense reading.
Guilt overthrows any sense of security. She breaks out in tears but weeps silently... alone, knowing the extent which she had betrayed him, knowing full well the loyalty he had for her and yet... She paused. Trying hard to pull herself together, she consoles herself with her feeble unworthy words "He was partly to blame too, I needed some security and comfort, and he was too far away to provide me with either". With this, she rids herself of the unbearable guilt, leaving a sense of accusation towards William's "inadequacy".
*"The One Kiss (part 1)" is the letter she receives for those of you who had not figured it out... To be continued*
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