Author's Note: Back! I posted this story yesterday, and I've already written like five chapters. So you guys who're actually reading this should be happy, right? Then review! Yay. This chapter is pretty suspenseful, not gonna lie. Probably my favorite so far. So read it, and if you like it or hate it, tell me.

Disclaimer: I don't own Degrassi. If I owned Degrassi, my life would be more than just eating spray cheese. Also, I don't own the song lyrics featured in the beginning of this chapter. Those pretty words belong to the band Against Me! and the song is called "Thrash Unreal." It's a good song, give it a listen.

If she wants to dance and drink all night then there's no one that can stop her
She's going until the house lights come up or her stomach spills onto the floor
This night is going to end when we're damn well ready for it to be over
Worked all week long now the music is playing on our time
We do what we do to get by, and then we need a release

You get mixed up with the wrong guys
You get messed up on the wrong drugs
Sometimes the party takes you places that you didn't really plan on going
When people see the track marks on her arms she knows what they're thinking
She keeps on working for that minimum, as if a high school education gave you any other options
They don't know nothing about redemption
They don't know nothing about recovery
Some people just aren't the type for marriage and family

And if she had to live it all over again you know she wouldn't change anything for the world.

I kissed him back with everything my pathetic, inebriated body could give. I had waited for a long time to kiss Sean Cameron again, and I didn't mind that I was a bit wasted when I finally got the chance. We became one body, as I threw my arms around his neck and he grabbed my waist and pulled me into him. His scent was new, cologne, something the old Sean would have frowned upon, but it was delicious, and I moved in closer.

If someone had walked into the room, I probably would've decapitated them. We were kissing furiously, and anyone who had the nerve to interrupt it was obviously better off dead. I could feel the fabric of his shirt, and I grabbed it in my sweaty hands, hopelessly tugging at him, trying to meld his body into mine. I was wrapped up in him, and we effortlessly dropped to the bed, throwing things off of it as if we owned the place. Coats, scarves, and purses fell to the floor, and room was made for us to do our dirty deed.

Quick and heartfelt, we made love. I don't even know how long we were in the bedroom, but when we left Manny and Mark's bedroom, party guests were still milling around with drinks in their hands, glad that there would be no work to accompany their hangovers the next day.

Manny caught my eye and rushed over, this time without the mischievous smile. She looked worried and concerned. "Where have you guys been? I haven't seen you since you got here."

I struggled to find an excuse for the sin Sean and I had committed less than five minutes ago. We glanced at each other for help, but I didn't know what to tell her, so I just shrugged innocently and mumbled something about talking privately.

She nodded, but then took one look at our messed-up hair and ruffled clothes, and my smeared makeup, and looked at me questioningly. "We'll talk later, Em," she laughed. When Sean turned away to glance at partygoers, she gave me a thumbs-up.

I tried to laugh back at her, but I couldn't bring myself to. Now what have you done? I wondered ashamedly, wanting to bury my head in her shoulder and stay there until Sean went home. I had violated the vows of Sean's marriage, that's what I had done. I had broken his vows of loyalty to Ellie, and probably caused him more confusion than he'd ever had before, just because I had given into temptation at a stupid party. I felt horrible. I didn't know why, but I pitied Ellie. She didn't know that her husband had left the house a faithful man, and that he would come back that night a cheater. Poor Ellie.

Except he didn't go back that night. Because when he asked if he could come over to my place, I couldn't refuse his eyes. So he drove us back, insisting that he was sober the whole way there. I thought I noticed him driving a little crazily sometimes, but maybe that was just the way he commanded a car.

We arrived at my apartment at midnight, the witching hour. Fumbling in my purse for the keys to the door, I half-expected to see Jay sitting at my kitchen table. But, thank God, there was no Jay in sight, and I flicked on the light switch and gestured for Sean to make himself at home.

He did. He plopped onto my living room couch, tired as hell, and threw his feet up over the arm rest. Yawning, he reached for the TV remote, and turned on some program about illegal street races. Figures. I tapped my fingers on the coffee table that was littered with National Geographics, and sat down in the reclining chair next to the couch. I prepared myself for a long night of listening to Sean snore, like he always had.

But, surprisingly, he muted the show after five minutes, and turned to look at me. We were both beginning to lose our buzz, and the realization of what we had done was beginning to sink in. We spent a few seconds staring at each other, and then Sean shook his head. "I can't believe we…wow. Wow. Ellie can never know about this, Emma. Shit. And right when our marriage was going well…" He rambled on for a few seconds about how he had betrayed Ellie, while I tried not to listen. It was just as much his fault as it was mine.

"I didn't rape you, you know. You started it." I pouted defiantly, and he smiled.

"I know. I'm kind of glad I did."

He pulled me onto the couch and hugged me, grinning. "We were something, Emma. Back in the day."

"Back in the day? It was what, ten years ago? Eleven? You make it sound like we're old or something." I played with his fingers, tracing the lines in his palms and making sure I could feel his body warmth.

"We are old, we're twenty-eight and twenty-nine. I thought that was ancient back in high school. I didn't even think I'd live to be twenty." I rolled my eyes at his pessimism.

"Well," I said, clearing my throat. "We're too old for dating, but I guess we're old enough for affairs now." His jaw noticeably tightened, and I knew I had touched a nerve.

"I don't care, Em. Old, young, whatever we are, I still know one thing."

"And that is?"

"That I love you."