„You are still married"
He took a step closer to her until she could feel his warm breath on her lips.
"And I mean, god, you are still married" she said, her hands running through her hair.
Her mind definitely was too confused and surprised to think clearly.
"You've said that before" his low answer came and she was so tempted to step back and do the right thing. But she couldn't. Not with him standing in front of her with those deep blue eyes she loved so much looking at her with that expression.
He took another step towards her so their faces, and their lips, were only inches apart.
She could almost feel his lips on hers, his taste that would mix with her own. His rough skin where he hadn't shaved this morning grazing her softer skin.
It was too much for her, she couldn't stand her point when he was being like that- and he knew it.
She let him kiss her, softly. A gentle kiss.
She pulled away lightly, fighting with herself.
You can't, he will be free in less than 12 months, but he is still married.
Yes you can, he is free. The only thing that's missing is a stupid piece of paper that would show just that. And it would come eventually. So you can just enjoy having him to yourself, many women do it even without permission.
Oh dear, you are not like every woman, are you? How I wish I could be like every woman.
Her final point however, allowed her to lose herself in him.
We are talking about HIM.
So how on earth could she resist?
"Have I mentioned that you are still married?" she whispered before she felt his warm full lips covering hers in a passionate kiss she wouldn't break for the world.