Prologue

She lay there in the bed wide-awake. She wasn't sure what she was doing, or why she was doing it. All she knew as she lifted her head off the man's chest to look at his face was that she needed this, and every night previous. She needed the break, the interruption, the release and she had found it, in him, over and over again for the last few weeks.

She didn't really care that he was seeing someone else. Sure she should, and maybe she did in some weird way. She should have told him to take a hike, to get lost, but for some reason she couldn't. She needed him too much, wanted him too much. The way he made her feel when they were in bed, and out, like she was all that mattered, like the world revolved around her.

The blonde hair, blue-eyed angel gently lifted the mans wrist between her thumb and pointer finger just enough so she could easily get up with out waking him. She inched her body to the edge of the bed before releasing his wrist and letting it fall onto the bed. She watched him roll over into the warmth of the sheets before she sat up.

She instantly missed the warmth he had brought to her body. She so enjoyed the feel of his breath on the top of her head, his hand resting against her soft skin, his lips brushing against hers. She ran her hands through her hair as she briefly shut her eyes before looked down at him. Eyes shut deep shallow breath, almost like he wasn't real. He was an angel when he slept. An Angel that wasn't hers, that would probably never be hers. So why did she keep coming back?

She gently lifted the sheets off of herself as she slid her legs off the bed and onto the floor. She let her bare feet hitting the cold ground as she set her hands on the bed and pushed her naked body gently off the bed so she was standing next to it. Slowly she tiptoed through the room picking up her clothing that were strewn everywhere. Her blouse on the armchair, bra over the lamp, jeans by the bathroom door, one of her three inch heel black leather boots was next to the bed along with her panties while the other rest on the nightstand like it was the natural place for the article of clothing to be.

She quickly dressed herself in the bathroom in hopes of not waking the sleeping man in the next room. Once changed she quietly approached the door and eased it open. Not making a sound she exited the room and turned around to shut the door behind her as she grabbed her leather jacket off the other armchair by the door. Once it was closed she made her way down the musty hall and to the stairs. Turning once before walking down the stairs she starred at the door she had just exited. This wasn't her was the only thing running through her mind as she entered the dark bar.

There was still a man sitting at the bar, and two at a table in the middle of the room. No one was using the pool tables as everyone left in the bar was too drunk to focus on anything, and that included the bartender, Coleman. She wasn't surprised everyone was wasted as she walking out of the bar hearing the drunken hoots and whistles of the patrons, she was use to it. The slurred comments were nothing she hadn't heard before, mostly the men calling her hot and wanting to take her to bed. She ignored them as she waved to Coleman before opening the door and walking out.

The cool fall breeze hit her face as she slipped her jacket on and walked off towards the docks. She never saw herself in this position ever. In all her years she never thought she would be the other woman. She didn't care if he was only dating someone else. She was still sleeping with a man who shared his home with another woman, that wasn't her.

Taking a seat on a bench she rested her elbows on her knees as her chin rested in her hands so her body was tilted forward some. The water lightly washed against the supports of the docks lulling her to a state of relaxation she rarely found unless dancing in the rain. She looked at the water willing it to wash up onto the docks and carry her away. To take away the pain and anguish she felt. She wanted the water to carry her away and bury her in the ocean floor where she could possible find some peace. She had never been so confused in her life. She just sat there wishing for the pain to end as a single tear slid down her face.