Chapter 19: Chapter 19

He pulls away suddenly, a little too rough, but the painful sensation is in how soon he is ending this. I let forth a loud grumble of displeasure. The thrill of intense sexual desire has me on fire. Right now, I'm craving him. I yearn for him so much. Since he left a week ago, he has aroused something in me that I never knew I had a spot for. And I now fear that I may not have control over this.

I didn't realize I was crying until I felt his thumbs softly dabbing the tears before cupping my face, and I peeled my eyes to meet his.

“I love you, Lynn. Like I did before, and I will always do,” He says, nuzzling my cheeks with his thumbs, and as I glint at him atop of me right now, as his sweet confession soothes my heart, coercing me to right this, as I listen to our body language and the echoes of our hearts against our chests,

And I know there is no escaping this sin. We are so much deeper into this than we could have imagined, and now all we can do is wait for the repercussions of our irresistible sin.

“This will be the death of us, Liam.” I whimper.

I'm reaching for my lower lip, he says while delineating it with his thumb.

“I won’t allow anything to ever come between us. I refuse to be miserable again. I refuse to let you go again. I refuse to let go of this love.” He assures me in a soft, dominant tone that is sweet enough to make me believe this. But on a sixth sense, is there something like hope for us?

“Everything is against us, Liam.” I state, reaching for his jaws.

He leans into my palm, kissing it as he leans again to savor and relish my touch.

“We are enough for both of us, Lynn. If the world doesn’t want us to be together, then we will force it to respect what we feel for each other.” He says this as he reaches for my lips.

As we dive into the kiss again, one thing is pretty certain in my head: that our lives are intertwined. This is just the beginning of our lives, and far from healing, I am afraid that we have just entered a battlefield blindly. I expect scars and pains, but as long as I have Liam, I will bear it all.

Call me a bitch for screwing another woman’s husband, but I do not care as long as their story is true. The only thing I regret is that we are doing it right here in their matrimonial home. The brighter side of it is that it’s not in their room or bed. All the same, heavens forgive me, but what to do?

The story of two tangled souls has just begun! No, actually, I am also included. So, the tale of three souls

I blink my eyes and try to shingle off the oddities of any traces of sleep, peeling them slowly as I am greeted by the sun slowly beginning to rise, casting a warm glow through the curtains. What a beautiful, blooming morning! What a pleasure to kick off the day feeling all fresh, rejuvenated, and bubbly! It feels like ages since I woke up like this. I wink my eyes a couple of times once again as a miscellany of contentment, positive stimulus, and dysphoric glee flood in more. Then, a figure snuggling closer to me from behind slaps the memories of last night back into my brain. The realization hit me like a rush of adrenaline, causing my heart to skip several beats.

Ahem!

Blink! Blink!

What brought about all this euphoric rapture again? The room is bathed in a screaming lull, allowing my thoughts ample time to whirl around my mind.

It is the comfort and the bien-être from Liam. The succor from my ex I get sexual satisfaction from a man that I love so much, yet I shouldn't. It takes me almost a decade to tilt in his choky embracement and face him, and I impinge on him with his eyes gaping at me. Just like me, he looks inebriated. So raw. He is the meticulous criterion of a charming, contented man. And unlike me, his grimace is still on, so bright, even after waking up to the tormenting reality of the sins we committed once again. He doesn’t look fazed at all. He doesn’t seem concerned at all that he fucked another woman in his own matrimonial home for the better part of the night. He is so comfy lying next to me after a night of passionate intimacy, and I doubt whether he has even stopped for a second to think about what his wife is thinking right now.

Gawd! What have we done, Liam? And why do you look this placid? This cool, like we haven’t broken the rule of that damn contact you have with your freaking wife? I love seeing him all bright and so laid-back and unbothered, yes, but definitely not in this situation we are in. Didn’t he say they are not supposed to bring their immoral affairs into their matrimonial home? Then what is this that he has done? He broke the rule that he himself made and consented to.

Mitchell will not spare us if she learns about this. We are in for divine ruin. The catastrophe of the century is about to befall! Wait, hasn’t she realized that her fake husband did not pass the night in their room last night? And this one—does he know how much his equanimity is haunting me? And me, freaking me, the saint of “respecting ties”, why the hell didn’t I re-think this madness last night before drowning into it? I know Liam and I have been grappling with our feelings since the second time we met again. I know that we have had sex before innumerable times, which wasn’t right even then. But last night, all the barriers between us came crashing down.

We broke all the extremities, rules, and morals that there were. We surrendered our desires in the most wrong place of all. Nothing can ever be right from now on. We have signed ourselves up for impending doom.

I know what I said before succumbing to that sin, but please, maybe it was my horny self speaking. It was lust speaking. I am also pretty aware of Liam’s promises last night, but is that enough? Is our love worth doing this to another woman? Is it right to throw caution and our past to the wind this soon? I don’t know, but now I can’t help but question whether this was the right move and whether passion alone is enough to rebuild what had been broken. Whether it is wise to sail on this boat of pleasure and promises and overlook all the dangers posed by this