I was never the one to put myself into compromising situations with men, but here I was lying in bed with a married man. I watched him as he slept so peacefully. I watched as his chest rose and fell and I listened to him breathing calmly. I thought back to last night and how I felt so weak the moment he grasped me into his arms. Then, the moment he let me go I was yearning for his touch again. I had been with other men before, but not once had they made me feel they way Fitz did.
I sat, contemplating what to do next, for a few more minutes. I was reluctant to get dressed, but I had to knowing I could not get caught. I prayed a silent prayer to God. I asked him for forgiveness because I knew he did not approve of the situation I was in right now.
Fitz finally woke up and I felt him staring and his eyes were filled with hunger. I couldn't even lie to myself I wanted to jump right back in the bed and have a repeat of what happened just a few hours before. Then I remembered my prayer, and the press corps, and the fact that this man was not mine. He would never be mine. I had to remind myself that he also has two children and was running for the president of the United States. He slowly walked over to me and pulled me into him. I had to fight and not be weak. He then kissed the right side of my neck and then the left. He eventually made his way to my lips, but I pulled away. I had to go; I had to burst this bubble of hope.
Reality hit me in my face when I saw the sun gazing through the Window. I hurried and got my bags and went through the door without a word. I stood outside of the door. I prayed one more time and asked God to make a way out of no way. I had to have Fitzgerald Grant III forever and always.
A/N: This is my first time taking a shot at fanfiction! So please review and let me know what you think!