He tightened his hands on the steering wheel, pushing the power of the windsheild wipers up. "Damn..." he whispered, squeezing his eyes shut and keep his eyes on the soaked road.
He couldn't help but think back to what he shouldn't have been doing.
He pushed on her shoulder's shaking his head. "Zoe... stop... this isn't right."
She ran her hands up his shirt and grabbed his chest. "Cal... c'mon..."
"No... no..." he whispered, slowly losing control.
She sat in his lap and leaned back. "Really?" she asked.
"Yes. Stop... we can't do this."
She pulled her shirt over her head, giving him a preview of what was to come. She was wearing the sluttiest bra that he could imagine any woman in. If he saw Gillian in it, he'd already be attacking her.
He looked away and whispered, "Put your shirt back on."
She grabbed his shoulders and pulled him close, pressing her bulging chest to his. "C'mon, Cal..."
"No..." he whispered painfully. "No..."
She kissed up his jaw and right below his ear, sending shivers down his back. "Cal..." she moaned.
"Zoe..." he moaned, shifting uncomfotably away.
She sat up, placing her hands back on his shoulders. "C'mon Cal..." She grinded her hips into him, running her face over her until her chest was running over his face.
He tightened his jaw and pulled back. "Zoe..." he whispered, trying to push her away.
She ran her hands up and down his chest. "Cal..."
"Please, stop Zoe... I... I... shouldn't be, uh... d-doing this..." He was losing all self-control.
She shoved him back until he was laying down and ran her hands down her hips, pushing her pants down.
"Stop," he begged, closing his eyes.
She held onto his face and shoved her lips against his.
"NO!" he yelled, crawling back until he was pressed to the wall.
She kneeled in front of him and whispered, "Cal... you know you want this."
"No. No I don't. Zoe, stop right now. I do NOT want this."
She unstrapped her bra and let it fall.
"Oh, God..." he said with a look of dismay. He looked down at the bed and shook his head. "Don't do it, Cal... stop..."
She grabbed both of his hands and laid them on her breasts.
He groped ber for a moment and then yanked his hands away. "No... this isn't right. No."
"Cal, you know that you're tempted. Gillian's controlling... she isn't right for you."
"I love her," he whispered.
"You think you do... but you really love me. Kiss me Cal. Grab me. Love ME."
"I can't..."
"Yes, you can."
She ran her hands up and down his chest, taking a deep breath, causing her chest to stick out.
"I'm... Zoe, stop..."
.:.
Gillian sat by the window, her legs pulled up to her chest.
Every rumble of thunder send another shiver and more worry down her body.
She stared outside, watching the rain pour down and pound against the window. "Cal..." she whispered, a tear rolling down her cheek.
The storm was going crazy. It was terrifying. The whole living room was lit up by lightening. Soon after, the thunder followed.
She stood up and began pacing, pulling her sweater tighter together. "Please come home... Please don't... don't be with her," she whispered.
She pulled out her phone and called him again.
No luck.
.:.
She kept touching him.
She kept tempting him.
"Zoe, STOP!" he finally yelled, pushing her from the bed.
He stood up and shook his head, running his fingers through his messed up hair. "Go! Get away from me, Zoe!"
He found his shirt and pulled it on.
They were in his office, on his couch. He took a deep breath and shook his head. "Leave," he whispered.
"But Cal..."
"GO! Right now! Don't EVER come back! You divorced me because I read you too much... and now you want to have sex with me? I'm in love with Gillian and you damn well know that. Get the bloody hell away from me."
"Cal."
"I don't want you."
"What do you want?"
"Gillian! I want Gillian and she's all I'll ever want! We've been divorced for years... we never should have cotninued to see each other. Leave."
He was almost home, and he continued to tell himself he didn't do anything. He left before he could get anywhere with her.
She was the one doing stuff.
He left.
He didn't let it get that far.
Gillian wouldn't find out anyway.
.:.
She heard swerving on the road and ran outside, shivering from the cold rain that poured down on her.
Cal got out of his car and was immediately met by Gillian's warm embrace. "Gill..." he whispered.
She took a deep breath of what she expected to be Cal, but she smelled something else. "Cal...?" she asked, pulling away from him.
He stared into her eyes and bit his lip.
She knows, he thought, turning his head. "Gillian, no..."
"You promised!" she screamed, whacking her fist against his chest. "You said you were done! You said you were over Zoe!"
"Gillian, it's not what you think," he whispered, grabbing her shoulders.
"CAL! You said you LOVE me!" she cried, punching his chest as hard as she could.
"Gillian..."
"NO! Stop!" she screamed. "I don't want to hear it! You smell like her, Cal! You smell like Zoe... you were with her! Go away! Get back in your car and drive!"
"Gillian, let me explain!"
"You were with her! There's nothing more to explain!"
"We didn't do anything!"
"Then why is her scent all over you!"
"She... she was trying to get somewhere..."
"Oh... and you weren't going along with it? I KNOW you Cal! Any chance at sex... and you.." She gestured with her hands. "You just jump at it!"
"Gillian we didn't have sex. I made her leave. Gillian, please listen to me!"
He tried to grab her, but she slapped him. "Don't you dare touch me, Cal. Go home. You can't be at my house."
"Gillian... just hear me out."
"I don't want to hear anything else from you!"
The Thunder Rolls by Garth Brooks (Aw damn)
