They aren’t doing anything wrong, but it somehow feels that way. She feels guilty for sleeping with another man six months after her husband passed away. She also feels guilty because he’s still legally married and lives with his wife and daughter in a house down the street. They didn’t discuss it, but it’s an unspoken agreement that they should keep this a secret. Something about the secrecy of their relationship makes it exciting, a thrill. They’ve only slept together three times, but she’s already eager to see him again. She craves the intimacy of being close with another human being, even if it’s only for the time being.
“Do you think we can meet this weekend? I really want to see you.” They don’t meet at his house, obviously, but they can’t meet at hers either. Neighbors might see him going in and not coming out for a long time. People around here notice those sorts of things. “I can book us a room for Saturday night. We can spend Sunday together. We can go to the city.”
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