CHAPTER FIVE

I could end this, I thought. I would tell Shane it was over. That I had chosen to do the right thing and stay with my husband. He understand, I reasoned with myself.

I took a deep breath, knocking on his door.

"Andrea, it is very good to see you," Shane smiles opening the door.

I frown. "Philip knows now. I don't know how he found out, but he knows," I said reaching for his hand. He looks at me as if he can't comprehend what I am saying.

"Are you saying this is over?"

"I didn't intend for any of this to happen. I don't want to hurt you," I said closing the front door.

"Do you love him? You love him like you love me?" Shane yelled coming closer.

His strong arms are wrapped around me now. His sad brown eyes looking into mine with saddness.

"No, but I am married. I can't just leave him," I said suddenly feeling tears coming to my eyes.

"Why not? You want to leave him. You love me. And I am better for you than he is," Shane says forcefully kissing me. His hand moving lower on body until he reaches in between my legs. I feel Shane reaching for the snaps on my jeans, when I put my hands in front to stop him.

"I can't. This has to be over," I said.

Shane is suddenly still, his brown eyes never leaving mine, and I know he is struggling with this. I know I have caused him pain, and for that I am sorry.

He was the last person I wanted to hurt, I thought.

"I can't lose you. I can't do that for anything." His voice is a barely I whisper.

"I have to go Shane. I need to get back to my husband," I breathe.

"You don't have to go back to him. You can choose to stay here with me. Take what you want Andrea. I love you," he says reaching out for me.

"I can't," I said walking out the front door.

I slowly get into my vechile. Could I really leave this man I loved so much?

I knew Philip cared about me. That he had been a good husband. He deserved my loyalty, but he couldn't make me feel the way Shane did. With Philip there were no surprises, no passion.

However Shane oozed sexuality in everything he did, and I wondered if I would ever stop wanting him. I would have to find a way, I told myself.

I started the car, driving with tears in my eyes. By the time I got to work I was able to pull myself together. Enough to finish up my paperwork, I decided.