Prologue
April
“I have to go.” She groped for her wristwatch on the night table where thin light from a bedside lamp cast long shadows across the small room.
“You could stay,” he said.
She sighed and shook her head. “You know I can’t. It would take a lot of explaining.”
He lay against the pillows with his hands tucked behind his head, his tousled, dark bangs draping diagonally across his forehead. His lips curled in a wry smile. “So what? You’re good at that. Stay.”
She flashed him a look that said, ‘don’t tempt me.’ His satisfied cock slipped effortlessly out of her as she lifted her body and swung off the bed. Her pussy felt slick and wet. She grabbed her panties from the pile of clothing on the floor and slipped them on to stop the creamy liquid from dripping down her inner thigh. “It’s late,” she whispered, reaching for her shirt and jeans. “I shouldn’t have stayed even this long.”
He rolled onto his side to stare at her as she donned her clothes. “Always unfinished business with you,” he said, his hazel eyes still full of mischief. “Was it good for you?”
She sighed and sat on the edge of the bed. “What do you think? Of course it was. It was my idea, remember?”
He nodded and reached out to grasp a lock of her long blond hair. He let his hand trail the length of it, stroking it to the ends then starting at the top again. “Yes it was. I hope you’re not in trouble. In any way.”
She turned to face him. “Like I said. It was my idea. And I’m on the pill, if that’s what you’re referring to.” She wrinkled her nose and let out a low chuckle. “Hell of a time to ask.”
“Yeah. I guess,” he said, and laughed along with her. “So let’s do it again.” He tugged on her hair playfully. “And again, and again.”
She loved the sound of his laughter, his voice in whispered tones, the sight of his naked body lounging casually on the bed. She loved everything about this man, always had; and now she must leave him. “Shhhh,” she scolded. “That’s enough.” She leaned down and kissed him lightly on the lips. “I know the way out.”
She left the apartment and walked into the warm spring night. Her car sat parked on the curb outside the building. Glow from the streetlights filtered into the vehicle and reflected off the long white box that lay in the back seat next to her flute case. It held the wedding dress she’d picked up from the seamstress on her way to band practice earlier that evening.
She swallowed hard, nearly forcing herself to slide behind the wheel. She drove away knowing she’d just done the hardest thing she’d ever do, and spoken the most calculated lie she’d ever tell.
