She froze. For a moment, she just stood there, not knowing what to do or what to think. He looked stunning, even better than the night before. His dark, wavy hair was slightly ruffled and he was just wearing a shirt, no tie or jacket on top. The first two buttons opened, making her remember the chest and body hidden underneath the cloth. All the inappropriate emotions came back crushing in on her. She hesitated but then managed to force a little smile onto her face.

"Hey" she paused. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to -"

"Shhhh, no need to explain yourself" he interrupted, studying her face, frowning. "Are you ok?" he looked honestly concerned.

"No, not really" she sighed, once again trying to pull herself together and to suppress the urge to just hug him right there. She should stay away from him, this couldn't lead to anything good, ever.

"Mind if I come in?" he asked, already stepping inside.

She shook her head. He walked into the middle of the much smaller, more basic room and turned around, letting his eyes wander over the room before finding hers.

"No wonder you're depressed, this is terrible." He paused, looking at her. "Actually, do you wanna talk about it, or should I leave? Choice is yours."

She sighed. She didn't really want him to leave, not at all. Now that she had seen him again, the damage was already done anyway. Her emotions were in total chaos, she felt insanely attracted to him, guilty for doing so, the desperation just waiting to overwhelm her again while she wanted to just cuddle and fuck him at the same time. Also, she had no idea about who he was and the way he had acted last night suggested that he had probably tons of experience in the field of wooing women. Not that it really mattered, but she couldn't really see what good this could possibly do and why he wasn't just moving on to the next girl downstairs. She sighed.

"I don't want to bore you with my personal mess... You look kind of important and you probably have one thousand other things to do and women to fuck." And there it was, why did she just say that? She had no reason at all to just snap at him like that. He faked a hurt look, but she wasn't entirely certain if there wasn't a tiny bit of truth behind.

"Hey, that's a little unfair, don't you think? After all, you were the one making a move…" he reminded her.

"Yes, sorry, I didn't mean it that way, I don't even know why I said it, it's just…" she stopped. "You're insanely handsome and there's no need for you to deal with my crap when there's probably another girl down there right now that you could have as easily as me yesterday…". What was going on with her, why did she just say these things? But if she was honest, she was surprised he had come in at all and not turned and walked away on the spot.

"Well, first of all, I may be that guy, but I'm not a monster. Second, I really like you, and it was nice for a change to have someone else make the first move. And then there's number 3, I still don't even know your name… AND " he took a deep breath, looking at her with a frown "do you really not know who I am?"

That took her by surprise. Who he was? Who was he? She tried to find a reference somewhere in her mind, and now that he mentioned it she thought his face DID in fact look a bit familiar, but that was about it.

"Gosh, no, I am really sorry, but I don't really know… and you're right about the names, I'm Cathy."

"Tony" he replied, walking over to her bed, sitting down.

"So, Cathy, here's what I can offer you" he tapped on the bed next to him, suggesting she should come over and sit down as well. "If you wanna talk about whatever is going on, I CAN listen for a while. I may even offer advice." He looked at her as if this was something she should be scared of, jokingly. "Or, I could just leave and let you do whatever it is that you do. It's true, I did come here hoping for a sequel to last night. That's probably not happening, but I'm here now, so go ahead, get if off your chest. Whatever you want, really, but you gotta decide. "

She sat down next to him, taking a deep breath.

"See, that's exactly the thing, last night, as great as it was, was a terrible mistake".

"But it was great, wasn't it?" he playfully smiled at her, moving his eyebrows up and down.

"Oh yes" she agreed.

She looked at him, for the first time this evening actually allowing herself to really notice his eyes. Whoever he was, he seemed to be honest about things, pretty straight forward, and yes, he was still here. Why exactly she didn't really know, but did it matter? She could actually really someone to listen her, if only for a little bit, that was fine. Maybe it helped her getting her head straight again...

"Thing is, I'm actually married." She stopped, waiting for a response, waiting for him to jump up in disgust, to judge her. He just looked at her, as if he was saying "go on". "Well, things haven't been exactly perfect, and I'd lie if I said that I haven't wondered if there was a future or not from time to time. But I'm not that person, the one who cheats and even actively so. Or, I mean I thought I wasn't, but apparently I am, a terrible person, and I just don't know where to go from here now or even what to think, least of all about myself." There it was, she'd said it. It was out on the table, but now she felt anxious about his reaction. He could just walk out of the room, coulnd't he? Leaving her there like the idiot she was.

"So what's the problem, I mean with your husband? Why aren't things perfect?"

Surprised once again at his reaction, she went on, telling him about how she felt that he wasn't really interested in her anymore, least of all at her body, how she felt lonely, how talking with him didn't help at all and all the little things that added to that. About how they had started off great and now everything was sort of broken and she wasn't even sure if she still loved him, but that she also owed him to at least try to make things work. And about that she had never thought that would she would be the one thinking about all this, least of all that she would be the one cheating. She tried to cut it as short as possible and to just give him the basics, no details, no long stories. It was good to finally say it out loud, but she also noticed how she made excuses for her husband and eventually also always came back to justifying herself, even though she knew that there was no real justification. There couldn't be one. He didn't really say a thing, just letting her talk like the day before while fixing his eyes on hers, never really looking away. It made her a little uncomfortable but it also felt really good.

"Ok, word of advice: Honey, really, you're too harsh on yourself. It's admirable I guess that you give yourself such a hard time about this and that you want to make things right and in the right way. But you're just human, like the rest of us. You have needs" and she could swear that she saw a little smirk and the memory of last night flashing before his eyes when he said it, "and after such a long time of those needs not being met, sorry, but it's no wonder you ended up with me last night. I'm actually surprised that something like that didn't happen a long time before." She felt his hand running through her hair. "You are really beautiful, with such a gorgeous body. Frankly, if he doesn't desire you, every night, the guy is simply an idiot."