No-one knew. They left in the dead of the night, mostly when the others were hunting. No-one knew.
Meeting up in dingy old motels, they sought after the missed lust. No-one knew.
They frantically kissed one another in a vain attempt to rid themselves of the guilt of being unfaithful. No-one knew.
Stealthy and crafty, they got around their spouses. Still, no-one knew.
How did they get there? How did it come down to this act of adultery?
It started four months ago.
She crept to his room while the others were hunting.
He motioned her to come to him.
The feeling was incredibly mutual.
She sat down timidly, and reached up to touch his ice cold cheek.
He leaned into the touch, kissing her palm, before pulling her closer.
She welcomed the embrace, and wrapped her arms around his neck.
They started shyly, cautiously, with him kissing her earlobe and jawline.
She was trying to hold back a moan at the feathery light touch.
His superlative lips kissed either side of her mouth, before gently brushing themselves against her supple and warm ones.
It could hardly be called a kiss… yet.
She kissed the tip of his nose kissed her way down the side of his face to his neck, nibbling gently.
He gently pulled her head back up and captured her denied lips in his.
It was soft and tender, yet demanding and passionate. So different than the modest kisses she normally got.
The feel of warm lips against his own was so enticing. Fire and ice in their own escapade together – foreign territory, and though they knew it was forbidden, that didn't stop them.
It was too early for 'I love you's. On the first night, it was purely physical, purely needy.
It soon progressed, almost too easily for their liking.
On the first day of the fifth month, she stopped him, saying it isn't right.
He reluctantly agrees.
One month later, she is married.
They act as if nothing ever happened.
No-one knows, and never will.