His lips touched mine and I felt his shadow blocking out the sun above me. “Be home in an hour,” is what my husband’s text said, and even though I had fallen for it a hundred times before, I put on that green chemise he liked, because he thought it brought out my eyes. Xxnx He had this look in his eye, not quite anger and not quite bitterness, but with force and dark desire displayed in his pupils. Can I get you something?”
“Oh, maybe a water, I guess. My name is Gunther, with the accounting firm, Brecker & Hart,” he said, closing one of his buttons. “Um, he may not be back for another few minutes. Call me later?”
“Yeah, maybe,” he told me, before heading to the front door.
