Wow. Wow. Wow! That kiss wasn’t expected. But what was more of a surprise was the way my body reacted. I was on fire with desire. Every fiber of my being vibrated with want. Want for Jodi.
Married. That word didn’t seem to matter in that moment. It took everything I had to stop the kiss. Of course, I couldn’t stop the wanting. The throbbing between my legs continued through most of the movie. It was all I could do not to let Jodi continue or worse yet, use my hand to reach the release my body screamed for. I managed to resist either option.
Jodi wanted me. Had wanted me for a long time. How easy it would be to give myself to her. But that damn word sprung up again. Married. I would not—could not—cheat. I had made a vow to him, to God. For better or worse. Yes, he had done the worse, but wasn’t marriage meant to be forever?
I needed to stick it out. My heart wanted Jodi. The piece of paper in a frame that hung in our bedroom said I belonged to Al. There was no decision to be made here. I had made my decision when I walked down the aisle of that church and made my promises. I wasn’t sure how I was going to do it, but I needed to tell Jodi. I just hoped I didn’t lose her forever.