He had tried so hard to resist and he had managed to do so all the way up till the actual day, but the morning leading up to the show he couldn't resist anymore. She had never left his mind and now that Summer had rolled around and they were back in her town, he had to see her again. He took out his phone and called her.

"Hello?" She answered her phone.

Her sweet voice made him close his eyes for a brief second as memories of their night together washed over him.

"Hey May, it's Jey," he finally said.
"Hi Jey, I was wondering when you'd call," she said, her smile clearly being heard in her voice.
"I was just wondering if you're coming to the show tonight," he said, knowing he sounded like a dumb schoolboy.
"Of course I am," she said.
"Do you... do you wanna meet up afterwards?" He asked.
"Yeah, I'd like that," she answered.
"Same spot where we met last time? Under the big tree?" He asked.
"I'll be there," she answered.

He hung up and his mind wandered back to the last time. He had seen her at the show and in that moment he knew what perfection looked like. He had never thought he'd see her again but later that night when he couldn't sleep and had gone for a walk in a near by park, he had come across her again. She was standing under a big tree in the park, just watching the night go by.

Hours later he was walking towards the same tree and there she was, just as perfect as he remembered, stealing his breath, his soul and his heart with one look. He walked straight towards her, wrapped his arms around her and kissed her. It was like time stood still, like three months hadn't passed by, like she had always been there for him.

He had no memory of them walking to his hotel or getting naked inside his room. It was like she took away everything the moment his lips met hers under the tree until he suddenly found himself naked in bed, lying on his back while she pleasured him with her mouth. He ran his fingers through her hair, moaned at her, whispered her name, told her how much he had missed her.

She stopped before he came, gave him a dirty look as she crawled up to straddle him, and he saw stars as she let herself slide down on his dick. This woman was pure magic. He held on to her hips as he watched her move on top of him. Even her movements were perfection. He let one of his hands slide between them to rub her clit with his thumb. He watched her as she closed her eyes and cried out her orgasm on top of him, smirking to himself, just wanting to feel her again and again, and he would later, but for now he let himself go too.

Next morning they sat next to each other on bed, embracing their last few moments together like last time, just holding each other's hands. She leaned her head in on his shoulder with a little sigh.

"You have two sons, right?" She asked.
"Someone did her homework," he chuckled.
"I always wanted a son too. I have two daughters," she said.

A hint of jealousy went through him. He knew she was married and so was he so he really shouldn't be feeling like this but he couldn't help it. And she had children too. It was almost too much to bear.

"There's still time to get more children. You're still young," he said, silently picturing himself as the father to a third son with her in his mind.
"My husband doesn't want more children. He says our family is perfect as it is," she said.
"It can't be that perfect since you're here with me," he said.

She moved her head from his shoulder and looked at him.

"It isn't but he isn't a bad guy. I'm the bad guy here. I'm the one cheating," she said.

He grabbed her behind her head and pulled her in for a kiss.

"You're perfect," he whispered.