They fell asleep in each other's arms afterwards. He could feel her arm across his chest as he kissed the crown of her head before closing his eyes. When he woke up, she was missing, and he was convinced that everything he had just experienced was just a dream. He was in a bed that was not his, in a room that wasn't his own, on a street he didn't live on, but all that happened before he shut his eyes had to be a dream. Something that sweet never happens in real life. Will walked out of the room and found Karen sitting on her sofa, waiting for him to wake up. She turned her head at the sound of the bedroom door opening. God, she looked beautiful with her hair down.

"You know I won't leave him," she said as he took as seat next to her.

"Before you make that decision, let's just go through all the options we have," he replied. She started to laugh, until she saw that he was serious. "Okay, plan 'A' would be you leaving Stan, and we can be together whenever we want with no worries."

"Will…"

"Let me go through all the options, and you pick the best one. Plan 'B': You don't leave Stan, and we have one amazing affair. Plan 'C' has a few parts: 'C-a' is the fact that it was perfect, but you don't want to do this again and we stay friends. 'C-b' would be the same, but we couldn't stay friends because there's such a spark between us. 'C-c': for some odd reason, I don't want this to happen again. But that would never happen, so we can just throw that one out. Now, 'C-d" would be where you would say that you don't want it to happen again, but it will anyway. Pick your favorite."

"I like plan 'C'," she replied. "The 'C-a' one, I think."

"I hate 'C-a.' I don't want to go with 'C-a.'"

"Well, which one do you want to go with?"

"The one where we keep doing what just happened in there," he said, pointing to the bedroom door with a smirk on his face. She laughed as she leaned in to kiss him. "Just give it some thought," he said.

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Karen

How wonderful it is to be in your arms. I never want you to let me go, but at the same time we both know that it will end sooner or later. I know that's not what you want to hear, and it certainly isn't something I want to be saying, but we both know that it is true. When Stan comes home, everything needs to go back to the way it was. I need to be the devoted wife that he comes home to. You need to continue living your life like you did before we met. We both need to pretend that we didn't meet in the rain, that your wallet didn't fall at my feet, that we haven't experienced the best time of our lives.

I know it's hard, but can you come up with another option?

What am I saying? Of course you can come up with other options. You gave me three; one of those options had four parts to it. But they're not realistic, at least in my opinion. When it comes right down to it, we are from two different worlds.

The thing is, this is what attracts me to you.

You're living the life I had before I met Stan. I loved my life before I met Stan. Everything is so predictable now; parties, extravagant dinners, trips around the world. But this, what we have together, this has been the most unpredictable thing in an otherwise predictably boring life.

And I love it.

I love you.

I wish I could say this to you out loud, instead of just thinking it.