Ours was a love affair, stemming from incoherent ramblings late at night. I was married, so was he. Unhappily married, yet still physically attached even though the emotions had been long gone. We kissed once and then twice. I pushed him away, telling him that now was not the time, nor the place. Yet, when the warm wind danced around our bodies and leaves swirled up from the ground I KNEW it was right.
It was SO right, and SO VERY WRONG!