Within the safety of my own room, I made my way to the two enormous windows aside our bed. Just like my eyes, they peered down the street to Alec’s house. Moving closer I could see my secret lover.

Strong memories filtered my mind. The images of our meetings every week were permanently with me. The night was filled with a sharp cold wind. In the pool the steam covered our bodies like a cloak hiding our secret. I can still feel the gentle touch of his lips scorching my neck with his fiery kisses.

The Holden Statesman’s door slammed interrupting my thoughts. I was thrown back into reality. I ran down the marble stairs desperately wanting to seem as tho

Opening the door, I saw two misty figures through the steam of the shower. Walking closer, I recklessly pulled back the shower curtain.

After conquering my excitement I entered through the side door next to the kitchen using the key he lovingly gave me. The living room and kitchen was a mess with Men’s Health magazines and art books. Paint brushes scattered the bench, along with coffee beans. In passing I seemed to notice something out of the ordinary. Two coffee cups sitting alone on the breakfast bar. As Alec never seemed to have anything of the same kind I found this quite odd. Disregarding the finding I made my way up the stairs to the master bedroom. Clean white linen in a tangled mess sprawled over the bed. The room was a disgrace to his mother.

The questions kept on firing as if I was on a battle field. Yet I felt no reason to return fire.

Looking down at the nearly empty milk bottle it was the perfect excuse to escape the house which now was a hot bath of irritation.

The next morning was the same, with anger now crawling over the breakfast table; he still looked the same in the day light. For within his eyes, fury was still seen.

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