About half way between West Egg and New York Adrian pulled his yellow mustang into a little garage.
"Hello, Mr. Ivashkov," a man greeted him.
"Hey, Brayden. Could I get some gas?"
"Absolutely." While the man worked on the car, Adrian let himself into the garage. Waiting for him was a blonde woman, who was grinning from ear to ear and glowing with joy. He stopped in front of her, only inches between them.
Adrian leaned in and whispered in her ear, "Sydney, I want to see you. Meet me by the news-stand on the lower level."
She nodded and stepped away just as her husband came into the garage for Adrian's pay.
Adrian waited for her at the designated meeting spot and she arrives about an hour later. They got gelato at a nearby shop; he encouraged her to eat but she only had a little, which was enough for him. Afterword's they went to her small apartment in the city.
"I hate him, you know," Sydney said abruptly. He's smart and knows his cars, but he's so boring. I married him because I thought he'd be smart enough to land a better job. I mean, I like the cars, but it doesn't pay much."
"He's pretty cute though," Adrian teased.
"His eyes aren't green enough." She looked into his magnificent eyes and continued, "So boring. And he doesn't make me feel anything like what you do."
Adrian studied her. "And how do I make you feel?"
"Alive."
He leaned in and, cupping her face with his hand, kissed her. The kiss left her breathless and she became hyper aware of where his hands were: on her face, on her hip, and then up the back of her shirt.
He pulled away, breath heavy. "Do you want to go to the bed?"
She moaned in response.
They emerged in the bedroom and undressed themselves. He laid her on their bed and trailed his lips down her neck. She wrapped her arms around him and played with the hair at the nape of his neck. Grabbing her thigh, he wrapped it around his waist. But she longed for his touch everywhere and, placing her hand above his, brought his hand up to her hip.
He chuckled. "Easy there, Sage." Nevertheless, he slid his hand up slowly, sensually, causing her to moan in his ear. He cupped her breast and began kissing the other. He trailed his tongue along her nipple and she whimpered.
"Adrian…" her voice trailed off but he understood the meaning. He trust himself between her legs, causing her to gasp. As her continued to move inside her he kept whispering, "Sydney, Sydney," like a prayer.
When they finished she lay on Adrian's chest. "I love you," he declared and planted a kiss on her forehead. She looked up into his emerald green eyes and knew that he meant it. They were both miserable with their spouses but inside their secret apartment, they could live happily together, even if only for a while.