She knew it was wrong, in theory it was but in reality it had felt so right.
He was married and she was seeing someone, someone who happened to be her boss and who thought no fault of his own loved her.
But there she was standing there. Regardless, shaking, none the less, in the long red dress she had borrowed from Jo.
She had been lying to everyone, to Jo saying she was going to a school reunion, to Harry he same lie this time.
She had been lying to him an awful lot.
It made her sick to think he trusted her and she was abusing him in such an awful way.
She had abused his trust completely.
He would never forgive her after this.
She had met him on the bus, the same bus that Harry had found her on.
It had been busy, she had sat next to him, he commented on her book, they had made small talk, and had gotten off.
It was raining that night and she had forgotten her umbrella, he offered to walk her home, she accepted.
It had all been so easy, she had fallen for his quick wit and easy charm.
They walked and walked, round the block past her house numerous times.
The more they walked the more interesting the conversation became and the more he flirted with her.
She didn't stop him, it was harmless, it wouldn't go any further, at lest not that night.
They stood on her doorstep, huddles out of the rain, laughing at some pitiful joke, a slip of the tongue perhaps, she didn't remember now.
She didn't remember the joke but as clear as day she remembered the next few seconds.
He had leant forward, cupped her chin, turning her face and kissed her, wet lips against hers, his damp fingers on her cheek.
Passionate but inconsequential it had taken her by surprise.
She had tried to keep the flush from her cheeks and bode him good night, in nothing short of a fluster.
She closed the door behind her and pushed her back against it, she had just shared a kiss with another man.
She never thought she would see him again, so thought no more of him.
Untill, a few days later he appeared next to her on the bis again.
Did he always get this bus she wondered?
She had never spotted him before, but now she searched for him any night she didnt spend with Harry.
The journey was always the same, the bus, the walk, the kiss.
It turned her stomach to think of it now.
How had she been so blind?
She was happy with Harry, wasnt she?
She had been but they had fallen in to a routine, it had become too comfortable, for spooks they had no excitment left in their lives.
In an attempt to reignight their fire he had asked her to move in with him, she declined, not really sure why.
This new man offered her something new, something exciting, the danger she had loved with Harry.
Being attached and conducting this affair gave her something she lacked in the rest of her life.
Adrenaline corsed through her veins when she boreded the bus each night.
Secret meetings, danger, dark corners, muffled conversation, fear of being found out, the risk it all involved was addictive.
He was married, she had a partner, both their jobs depended on their attachments.
They were risking everything for a kiss under the midnight sky.
Lying, risking, cheating, falling.
She thought he had been doing he same.
She was wrong.
Now she was stood shaking in the hotel, locked in the room, fearing for her life, no longer falling for this other man, wishing she hadn't been so blind.