"You know I'm married, right?" "Don't we all make mistakes?" "But..." "No buts, maybes would suffice." "It's getting late; my husband will be home soon. You better leave." She meant none of that. She was obsessed with the thought of him, wondered whether it was just her or if he recalled the beautiful things he'd said to her now and then, and if he meant them the way she took them, or if she was just obsessed with what was going on in his head. It had been six months since they met. To put it mildly, he had tried really hard to confuse her. Her mind was playing games with her. Her body had relinquished complete control. Her heart had become a shattered compass, and no matter how hard she tried to get away from him, she always ended up falling back into his embrace. Her desires for him grew stronger by the day, took full control and dominated her mind. However inside, she knew it was wrong. She tried to i...
Because tomorrow isn't promised, we're here to enjoy the good times while pushing our minds to their limits.