This last year has proven what I’ve already known. My marriage is strong. Strong enough to survive a decision most couples would never make. And now it’s being tested again.
This time, a weekend getaway with a person of our choice. No lies, no boundaries but still…. no names.
The man I chose already knows how to look at me, already knows how to touch me without ever laying a hand on my skin.
So this weekend has to be the last chance to taste him, to feel him, before this turns into something dangerous and threatens the life I love.
