"Nice to see you again!" she said, while she warmly hugged me. I couldn't help but notice how intoxicating she smelled. I was a straight woman but she fascinated me.
I watched her constantly as she walked to the kitchen and with a tiny jump, sat herself at the counter. "You look great!" I complemented and she tucked a lock of her hair delicately behind her ear and her lips beautifully parted and she said - "Thanks. I just took a shower." Shower. My heartbeat started to raise it's pace and my usually pale face started to change color. I was all of a sudden, blushing.
I wanted to touch her. Caress her face and maybe loosen her hair a little bit. She looked so fragile. So perfect. She looked at me with her mesmerizingly big brown eyes and gave out a tiny laugh. "Why do you look so lost?" She asked. "Oh, it's nothing."I lied and put a *** filled with water on my stove and suddenly she got down the counter. "What's wrong?" I asked and she did not utter a word. Instead, she leaded towards me and her lips met mine. With such desperation, she chewed on my lower lip and passion burned in me. We broke our kiss, our eyes blazing. And before I could say something, my husband called out "Honey, I'm home." And in that moment I realized that maybe her and me, we could be lovers. . . Or maybe not.