125: Ardour

I don't kiss him back at first.

My lips just won't move. I'm so shocked that this is happening, that he's kissing me and holding me close. I break the kiss before he deepens it. "Devon, no."

He holds me close, not letting me take a step back. "Why not? You want this. I can practically smell your need."

"This isn't right," I say. I've known him for so long. He was Aaron's friend. This is wrong, so wrong. Yet, I don't say this with conviction, and I think he senses it. He always does.

"We're adults," is his response. "I want you, I'm not going to stand here and fucking lie through my teeth. What's the matter? Is it that Keller fuck?"

I frown and immediately say, "No," even though it is. Of course it's him, and I hate that. He was kissing that woman, the supposed mother of his child. I feel used, and I don't want to feel that way. I can tell by Devon's heated kiss that he wants me, so why not? Why should Damien be the one to call the shots? Why should I suffer when he doesn't give a fuck