I tried to resist him. He wasn't anything special - at least, not in a romantic way. It shouldn't have happened. Both of us already have another in our lives, a partner. It shouldn't have happened. We've been close for a while now, but I never expected romantic feeling between us, and yet today, they surfaced.

His laugh was inviting, the joking arm around my shoulder even more so. He took my chin in his hand when I refused to look at him and that was it: the connection. Our eyes locked, our arms slowly moving to hold each other in the lonely room. I tried not to do anything, but those eyes drew me in. He spoke quietly, barely audible.
"Ya mean a lot to me, Spears"
And then he kissed me, his lips hot and rough against my own. I found myself clutching on to him, his hands doing the same. We'd kissed before, a quick, polite peck on each others lips whilst the others did it to one another. This was different, a haze of confused passion and longing forcing our parted lips to meet. It was so unusual, different than the kisses I shared with my partner, yet somehow more exciting, in a way. It felt good, very good, but it held a truth and a lie, and both of us knew it was a forbidden kiss.

We stayed together for a while afterwards, still holding each other as we sat on the sofa in my office, the evening sunset shining through the window.
"It weren't no big deal, were it?"
I didn't reply. I'd not felt strong arms in this context before, and it was a strong comfort and I wanted to keep it, though I hated myself for acting so weak.

It was an accident. It should never have happened, but on a lonely, longing evening, he tempted me. I don't know how much, or what it means, but I know I love him. I love you Eric.