After my lover was killed, I was forced to look at my life and marriage. At a turning point, I needed to stay or go, and thought I knew what I wanted. When forced to reveal my deepest secrets, everything changed. Left to pick up the pieces with my husband, would we be able to rekindle what was lost? (Short story - 6,000 words) Adult Content, Over 18+ Only Peek I saw him walk across the room, and with each little step, my heart raced faster. I needed to be discreet, and not overly anxious, yet the smile spreading across my lips made it difficult. He glanced my way, once, then twice and was out the door. I knew that was my signal to meet him downstairs. I didn't want to be noticed, and quietly stood up. Brushing the wrinkles from my skirt, I made a small comment that I was heading to the ladies room. It seemed like a silly cover, but it was the only thing I could think of. My brain was wrapped around getting to him as quickly as possible. Slowly, I walked towards the door and let myself into the hallway. I took a deep breath and tucked into the stairwell, working my way down two flights of stairs. He stood waiting for me under the alcove, in the shadow beneath the stairs. I couldn't hide my grin, and as quickly as he could pull me into an embrace, our lips locked. His kisses were hungry, passionate and strong. I was falling into a dangerous game, and I knew I needed to stop - I just wasn't ready.