The green-eyed monster reared its ugly head on Amy whenever her sister, Jenna, and her brother-in-law, Adam, walked into the room.
It’s getting plain sickening, them acting like newlyweds after being married years already, Amy thought. If it isn’t the occasional eye contact across the room with a wink that didn’t get to me then it’s the playful slap on the behind Jenna just gave Adam while he walked by the table we’re sitting at.
A few weeks ago Jenna spoke of having great sex with Adam. Had said they were on some kind of revival. Was that it? The new take on sex? Amy looked down at her plate and realized she couldn’t eat. Her stomach twisted. The family Fourth of July party was going smoothly to everyone else here. No one but Jenna knew of Amy and Paul’s relational strain. Yet.
Speaking of the devil. Amy glanced at Paul. He was leaning against the couch in their parent’s living room and perusing his phone. His fingers were typing something on the screen. Could he be talking to Laura?
Amy closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. He’d better not be. He’d said he wouldn’t during their counseling sessions. Just as she’d said she wasn’t going to talk to Mike. Oh, Mike. Mike was a clean slate. A fresh take on the life that had dead-ended with Paul. The answer seemed clear. But Amy couldn’t just give up on Paul. Something inside her nagged and pleaded to stay with him. Was she still in love with the jerk? Amy downed a sip of wine and shook her head. Paul hadn’t cheated on her sexually, only emotionally, but it still hurt. Hurt like a bucket of sharp rocks dumped on the soul. Jerk. Bastard. How could he fall in love with someone else? A weight behind her eyes told her she’d better stop thinking about it or she’d end up bawling in front of this entire party. She downed the rest of her glass of wine. Their counselor had said to go back to remembering the beginning of their relationship. To reflect over why they’d fallen in love with one another in the first place. Amy didn’t want to remember.
“Amy?” Jenna asked from beside her. “You suddenly got really quiet.”
“Oh, sorry,” Amy said. “Pour me another glass of Burgundy.”
“Sure,” Jenna obliged.
Amy knew she was having too much, but she’d begun to not care. Her life was in shambles and everyone here thought she was still the woman in control. The woman who’d married the lawyer and held a job as a nurse. Every day Amy worked to save and nurture lives, yet her own life was now burning as a tiny ember. The candle was burnt on both ends.
“Whoa! Slow down there!” Jenna laughed. “You’re glass is empty and I just filled it five seconds ago.”
“I have to go to the bathroom,” Amy said, getting up dizzily from her seat.
“Okay,” Jenna said, giving Amy a little rub on the shoulder. “Take it easy okay. I’ve been praying for you.”
“Thanks,” Amy slurred, half stumbling toward the bathroom.
Just her luck, Paul was headed to the same destination. She practically bumped into him in her now tipsy motor skills. He caught her in his arms to prevent her from falling. Oh, he’s so strong. I’d forgotten. Amy’s befuddled mind purred at her.
“You okay?” He asked. There was something about the calm, low, sultry tone of Paul’s voice. The first time he’d told her he loved her she’d wondered at her ability to remain standing.
“Yeah, lemmee go!” Amy growled defiantly. “I’m fine!”
“Let’s get you home,” Paul said irately. “You’re going to make a scene. No one else here knows, Amy.”
“Then they should!” Amy snapped, “Now, I need to go to the bathroom. If that’s allowed, your highness.”
Paul caught her by her wrists. His proximity was as intoxicating as the wine she’d just downed. Drat his eyes. Those intense blue depths bore into her without mercy. “After you use the bathroom we’re leaving.”
“Great,” Amy mumbled, pulling away from him once more. Her eyes were getting that heavy feeling again. The floodgates of tears opened the second she’d closed the door of the bathroom. Once she’d regained composure she opened the door of the bathroom and walked out to see Paul standing guard waiting.
“Ready to go?” Paul asked.
“Yeah,” Amy grunted.
He took her hand and led her out of the house after a quick goodbye and excuse about work to the family.
“I hate you, Paul,” Amy said, once the door of the car closed. “I hate you and I can’t believe I’m supposed to try to remember a day when I didn’t. What does that shrink know anyway?”
“I remembered something,” Paul said quietly, as if he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to speak.
“And what would that be?” Amy rolled her gaze toward him.
“That time when we were on a date in the park and a thunderstorm snuck up on us,” Paul said.
“What about it?”
“I remember how we got soaked by the rain. You looked so afraid. You wouldn’t let go of me. You told me you always felt safer when you were with me.” Paul looked ahead at the road. “We made out under that awning until the thunderstorm let up.”
“I remember,” Amy whispered vaguely, her mind had entered a different place. “I told you I loved you for the first time right after that.”
“Yeah,” Paul murmured. “You did.”
The rest of their ride home fell into silence.
They walked into their home and Paul switched on the light. “Amy, I think we should—”
Without even realizing she was doing it at first, Amy jumped into Paul’s arms. Lips locked to his mouth, arms encircled around his neck and her legs wrapped around his waist she started humping his hips with her own. She didn’t know if it was the buzz she still felt, or the pent up memories opening up, but she wanted Paul’s touch once more, if only tonight. She wanted things like they’d once been. Wanted back to a time when the safety of his embrace calmed her during the storm.
“Sleep in my bed tonight,” She groaned against his mouth, before letting her tongue slip between his lips and meet with his own.
Paul let her of off him and didn’t object as she took him by the hand and pulled him past the couch he’d recently moved to and into the bedroom they’d once shared.
“Take my clothes off,” Amy pleaded, taking his hands and placing them on her waist, “I want you to touch my body. Touch me until I scream.”
His hands reached for the end of shirt and pulled up. Meanwhile she started undoing his belt and pants. She danced up into him, pressing her bra-clad breasts against his chest and grinding her hips into him.
“Amy, oh, baby,” Paul growled in that sexy voice of his. She’d missed hearing it whisper her name in lust.
With their clothes finally fully removed, Amy took a moment to gaze at her husband. So long it had been since she’d seen him naked. As a nurse she saw nudity daily as part of her job. But Paul had always been different. He wasn’t a patient. His body was hers. Or it had been hers. That thought would have killed the mood, if Paul hadn’t reached for her bared breasts and ran his fingers over the buds of her aroused nipples.
“Mm-mm, Paul,” Amy murmured. “Yes, don’t stop.”
Paul backed her onto the bed. His erection pressed against her stomach. The heat and size of it sent messages of pleasure through her being. Her legs splayed as if on instinct and her hips bucked upward and took him inside her in one thrust.
It had been so long ago they’d done this. Amy had almost forgotten the deliciousness of the sensation. Her hips continued to buck up underneath him. Paul’s thrusting was frenzied. Amy reached up and rolled his nipples between her thumb and index finger, then ran her nails down from his chest to around his waist, onto his back, and then his butt.
“Oh, oh, Paul, oh, don’t stop!” She cried out. So close, she was climbing to the heights of her orgasm. It was building and building.
“I’m going to cum so hard. Oh, Paul!” She wailed in a final breath. It was over. She’d fallen off the tower she’d built in his thrusts. Her nails dug into his butt as she jerked him into her as deep as she could.
Paul groaned as if someone had punched him in the stomach. She could feel his release shuddering into her in hot squirts. It was over as fast as it had started and the two bodies left in the aftermath of the storm lay spent beside each other.
“Wow,” Amy panted. Wow. What just happened? I can’t believe I just had sex with the guy I was set on divorcing an hour ago. Now he’s going to think I thought everything that happened was okay. Tears sprung to her eyes. He’s going to think falling in love with someone else besides me was okay. Oh, God, please, no. I’m so hurt. I’m still so hurt. This man basically broke my heart.
It’s getting plain sickening, them acting like newlyweds after being married years already, Amy thought. If it isn’t the occasional eye contact across the room with a wink that didn’t get to me then it’s the playful slap on the behind Jenna just gave Adam while he walked by the table we’re sitting at.
A few weeks ago Jenna spoke of having great sex with Adam. Had said they were on some kind of revival. Was that it? The new take on sex? Amy looked down at her plate and realized she couldn’t eat. Her stomach twisted. The family Fourth of July party was going smoothly to everyone else here. No one but Jenna knew of Amy and Paul’s relational strain. Yet.
Speaking of the devil. Amy glanced at Paul. He was leaning against the couch in their parent’s living room and perusing his phone. His fingers were typing something on the screen. Could he be talking to Laura?
Amy closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. He’d better not be. He’d said he wouldn’t during their counseling sessions. Just as she’d said she wasn’t going to talk to Mike. Oh, Mike. Mike was a clean slate. A fresh take on the life that had dead-ended with Paul. The answer seemed clear. But Amy couldn’t just give up on Paul. Something inside her nagged and pleaded to stay with him. Was she still in love with the jerk? Amy downed a sip of wine and shook her head. Paul hadn’t cheated on her sexually, only emotionally, but it still hurt. Hurt like a bucket of sharp rocks dumped on the soul. Jerk. Bastard. How could he fall in love with someone else? A weight behind her eyes told her she’d better stop thinking about it or she’d end up bawling in front of this entire party. She downed the rest of her glass of wine. Their counselor had said to go back to remembering the beginning of their relationship. To reflect over why they’d fallen in love with one another in the first place. Amy didn’t want to remember.
“Amy?” Jenna asked from beside her. “You suddenly got really quiet.”
“Oh, sorry,” Amy said. “Pour me another glass of Burgundy.”
“Sure,” Jenna obliged.
Amy knew she was having too much, but she’d begun to not care. Her life was in shambles and everyone here thought she was still the woman in control. The woman who’d married the lawyer and held a job as a nurse. Every day Amy worked to save and nurture lives, yet her own life was now burning as a tiny ember. The candle was burnt on both ends.
“Whoa! Slow down there!” Jenna laughed. “You’re glass is empty and I just filled it five seconds ago.”
“I have to go to the bathroom,” Amy said, getting up dizzily from her seat.
“Okay,” Jenna said, giving Amy a little rub on the shoulder. “Take it easy okay. I’ve been praying for you.”
“Thanks,” Amy slurred, half stumbling toward the bathroom.
Just her luck, Paul was headed to the same destination. She practically bumped into him in her now tipsy motor skills. He caught her in his arms to prevent her from falling. Oh, he’s so strong. I’d forgotten. Amy’s befuddled mind purred at her.
“You okay?” He asked. There was something about the calm, low, sultry tone of Paul’s voice. The first time he’d told her he loved her she’d wondered at her ability to remain standing.
“Yeah, lemmee go!” Amy growled defiantly. “I’m fine!”
“Let’s get you home,” Paul said irately. “You’re going to make a scene. No one else here knows, Amy.”
“Then they should!” Amy snapped, “Now, I need to go to the bathroom. If that’s allowed, your highness.”
Paul caught her by her wrists. His proximity was as intoxicating as the wine she’d just downed. Drat his eyes. Those intense blue depths bore into her without mercy. “After you use the bathroom we’re leaving.”
“Great,” Amy mumbled, pulling away from him once more. Her eyes were getting that heavy feeling again. The floodgates of tears opened the second she’d closed the door of the bathroom. Once she’d regained composure she opened the door of the bathroom and walked out to see Paul standing guard waiting.
“Ready to go?” Paul asked.
“Yeah,” Amy grunted.
He took her hand and led her out of the house after a quick goodbye and excuse about work to the family.
“I hate you, Paul,” Amy said, once the door of the car closed. “I hate you and I can’t believe I’m supposed to try to remember a day when I didn’t. What does that shrink know anyway?”
“I remembered something,” Paul said quietly, as if he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to speak.
“And what would that be?” Amy rolled her gaze toward him.
“That time when we were on a date in the park and a thunderstorm snuck up on us,” Paul said.
“What about it?”
“I remember how we got soaked by the rain. You looked so afraid. You wouldn’t let go of me. You told me you always felt safer when you were with me.” Paul looked ahead at the road. “We made out under that awning until the thunderstorm let up.”
“I remember,” Amy whispered vaguely, her mind had entered a different place. “I told you I loved you for the first time right after that.”
“Yeah,” Paul murmured. “You did.”
The rest of their ride home fell into silence.
They walked into their home and Paul switched on the light. “Amy, I think we should—”
Without even realizing she was doing it at first, Amy jumped into Paul’s arms. Lips locked to his mouth, arms encircled around his neck and her legs wrapped around his waist she started humping his hips with her own. She didn’t know if it was the buzz she still felt, or the pent up memories opening up, but she wanted Paul’s touch once more, if only tonight. She wanted things like they’d once been. Wanted back to a time when the safety of his embrace calmed her during the storm.
“Sleep in my bed tonight,” She groaned against his mouth, before letting her tongue slip between his lips and meet with his own.
Paul let her of off him and didn’t object as she took him by the hand and pulled him past the couch he’d recently moved to and into the bedroom they’d once shared.
“Take my clothes off,” Amy pleaded, taking his hands and placing them on her waist, “I want you to touch my body. Touch me until I scream.”
His hands reached for the end of shirt and pulled up. Meanwhile she started undoing his belt and pants. She danced up into him, pressing her bra-clad breasts against his chest and grinding her hips into him.
“Amy, oh, baby,” Paul growled in that sexy voice of his. She’d missed hearing it whisper her name in lust.
With their clothes finally fully removed, Amy took a moment to gaze at her husband. So long it had been since she’d seen him naked. As a nurse she saw nudity daily as part of her job. But Paul had always been different. He wasn’t a patient. His body was hers. Or it had been hers. That thought would have killed the mood, if Paul hadn’t reached for her bared breasts and ran his fingers over the buds of her aroused nipples.
“Mm-mm, Paul,” Amy murmured. “Yes, don’t stop.”
Paul backed her onto the bed. His erection pressed against her stomach. The heat and size of it sent messages of pleasure through her being. Her legs splayed as if on instinct and her hips bucked upward and took him inside her in one thrust.
It had been so long ago they’d done this. Amy had almost forgotten the deliciousness of the sensation. Her hips continued to buck up underneath him. Paul’s thrusting was frenzied. Amy reached up and rolled his nipples between her thumb and index finger, then ran her nails down from his chest to around his waist, onto his back, and then his butt.
“Oh, oh, Paul, oh, don’t stop!” She cried out. So close, she was climbing to the heights of her orgasm. It was building and building.
“I’m going to cum so hard. Oh, Paul!” She wailed in a final breath. It was over. She’d fallen off the tower she’d built in his thrusts. Her nails dug into his butt as she jerked him into her as deep as she could.
Paul groaned as if someone had punched him in the stomach. She could feel his release shuddering into her in hot squirts. It was over as fast as it had started and the two bodies left in the aftermath of the storm lay spent beside each other.
“Wow,” Amy panted. Wow. What just happened? I can’t believe I just had sex with the guy I was set on divorcing an hour ago. Now he’s going to think I thought everything that happened was okay. Tears sprung to her eyes. He’s going to think falling in love with someone else besides me was okay. Oh, God, please, no. I’m so hurt. I’m still so hurt. This man basically broke my heart.
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