I'm not sure about this, but I've wanted to do something in this style for a while and rhirhi3's proposal prompted me to write this!
Let me know what you think :)
Freya ox
Oh god. Why can't you get him out of your head? Every spare moment you catch yourself and realise that you've been thinking about him yet again. Why though?
You think of your marriage, your children, your wonderful, loving husband... your predictable, tolerable husband. Why do you feel the need to compare them as you lay awake at night as one of them is lying next to you snoring. ...The wrong one?
You shake your head – trying to get these thoughts out of your mind. You know it's wrong but you've kissed for goodness sake! Surely that had to mean something? You think about the kiss. How you'd seen his head swivelling around and knew what was coming but still allowing your lips to crash into his. And then kissing him back.
You think of the hours you spend at work. The long and exhausting hours that seem to take over your life. The hours that can crawl by even though you've been unbelievably busy. Yet recently, there's always been a smile that brightens up your mood. A presence that relaxes you, focuses you.
Greg.
He always there when you need somebody – when your husband is not. You try to reason with yourself, you know your husband can't be at work with you – he's a lawyer for heaven's sake!
But you still think of Greg. His Irish charm, his handsome face, his talent at surgery. You love to watch him work. You remember the feeling right at the bottom of your stomach whenever you see you're down to perform surgery together. You love that feeling. It's different to anything else you've felt before. You know it should make you feel unsettled but it doesn't and you're glad of that.
Do you love Greg? You don't know. Yes you do. Do you? Do you really? You think you know the answer, or the answer that you want to know. You think it's the same thing but after a while you're not sure. You're not sure on anything anymore.
You're sure of the look in Greg's eyes when you both spoke of the kiss. When you basically told him it was a mistake. Well it was a mistake – but it had happened and nothing could change that now. The look had stayed with you for the rest of the day. Whenever you had looked over to him, caught his eye, in the back of your mind you could still see the hurt on his face when you'd told him that your kiss shouldn't have happened.
Maybe it should have. Maybe it shouldn't. But as you roll over, trying to get some sleep that will give you peace at least for a few hours, a single tear rolls down your cheek for your husband.. and smile plays on your lips for Greg.
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