After seeing him in that coffee shop during lunch hour she knew this was going to happen. His eyes had told her everything. So when he was on her door right after he got off work, it wasn't an accident she wasn't wearing a shirt over her black bra.
His hands roamed her body and made her sigh. His lips whispered words to her skin, but the meaning didn't make sense to her. Why would he want to leave and still be pressing her against her apartment door? Of course some of it was clear; they had broken up years ago, he had a kid on the way, his wife would be broken, this wasn't right. But how could something that felt so good be so wrong?
His neat blue button-down was lost on the floor, and she felt him shiver when she scratched his board shoulders with her nails. She had missed this, she had missed the feel of his skin against hers, his scent, the way he breathed heavily on her shoulder, his almost inaudible moans. She would have given everything to have that all, to call him hers, to have him make her feel like this every day of her miserable life, but she knew she couldn't. He wasn't hers to keep anymore, and all they could have was this afternoon.
And she memorized every second, every touch, every sound and feeling, just to have something to torture herself with.
The way his lips trailed around her body made her whimper and call his name. His movements stopped for a second, his face faltered, but then he continued by kissing her lips, playing hide and seek with her tongue and Russian roulette on her lower lip. It seemed as though he was willing to forget his apple pie life for one hour, and it wasn't until she called his name again that he broke away from her, stepping back and hiding his face to his hands.
"What am I doing?"
His voice was shaky and barely a whisper, and when he took his hands from his face she thought he looked like shattered glass. He looked at the ring on his finger like trying to decide which part of his life was the most messed up, and she felt a lump in her throat.
"What the fuck am I doing?!"
Jason rushed out the door, and Reyna cried and watched from the balcony as he tried to hail a taxi while buttoning down his shirt.