She was in love with him, and she had to hide the burning ache to want him, and hide it as no feeling was there.
She was in love with him, and she acted fine, when really, and she wanted, no, needed, was to feel empty and as if her world wasn't crashing when he talked about his wife and kids.
She was in love with him, and wanted nothing more than for him to take her into his arms and make love to her all night long.
She was in love with him, and every man she slept with, she couldn't get his face out of her mind.
She was in love with him, and little did she know, he was in love with her, too.