Cheating

Kristo

As soon as I woke up, I knew.

I could feel her tucked into my arm, the weight of her pressing against my body, and I closed my eyes and leaned back to let that hazy half-sleep take me once more. I just wanted to lie here with her all day long, to go over in my head every single moment that had happened the night before and how damn good it had been, but my stomach was grumbling. I needed something hot and greasy to help stave off the effects of the few glasses of champagne I’d had the night before.

I couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened when we’d arrived back at the apartment. I’d desired her before, obviously—badly too—but nothing like what had happened between us then. I felt as though someone else had swung in to inhabit my body as I took her, as I touched her, but she seemed to enjoy it. I could still remember with a vividness the way she’d tipped her head back as she came, my face between her legs, the way her body shook and trembled as she guided me up on top of