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As I walked into the dimly lit room, I could see her silhouette on the bed. Her body was soft and warm, and her skin was smooth to the touch. I had been waiting for this moment for weeks, and finally, I had her all to myself. I climbed onto the bed, hovering over her, and slowly trailed kisses down her body. She moaned softly, and I smiled to myself, knowing that I was doing everything right.

We had been friends for a long time, and I all the time knew that there was an attraction between us. One night, after a few drinks, we confessed our feelings for each other, and things quickly escalated from there. But there was just one catch – she was in a relationship.

I knew that what we were doing was wrong, but I couldn’t withstand her. I wanted her more than anything, and I was eager to do whatever it took to have her.

As I continued to kiss her, I could feel her body respond to my touch. She pulled me closer to her, and I could feel her fingers digging into my back. But my mind couldn’t help but wander to the wondered of her boyfriend. What would he think if he knew what we were doing? Would he be angry, hurt, or both?

I pushed those thoughts to the back of my mind as I reached down and slipped my fingers inside of her. Her moans grew louder, and I knew that I was getting closer to my goal. I wanted to make her feel good – better than she had ever felt before.

But just as she was about to reach her climax, I stopped, pulling my fingers out of her. She looked at me, confused, and I could see the anger in her eyes.

“What the hell?” she spat.

I got off the bed and walked over to the window, looking out at the dark city below. “I can’t do this, not anymore,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

“What are you talking about?” she asked, sitting up on the bed.

“I can’t keep sneaking around like this, lying to your boyfriend and betraying my own morals. I don’t want to be the other guy, I want to be the only guy.”

She got up from the bed, her naked body still shimmering in the light. “What are you saying, exactly?”

“I’m saying that I want to be with you – and only you. I can’t keep living like this, with this weight on my shoulders. I want to make things right, tell your boyfriend the truth, and start a life with you.”

She stared at me for a moment before nodding her head. “Okay,” she said, her voice just above a whisper.

I walked over to her, pulling her into my arms, and kissing her deeply. This was the first step towards a new life – a life without secrecy and deception in the sheets. But it was a step I was eager to take to be with her.
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