My stomach slightly drops. I know this is wrong, I was always taught never to act on lust. Instead I always acted on love. I don't even know if I love Theodore. Sure, we have talked for months and have very close to sexual actions on a few occasions. But is that really love, or is it major list?

Then I realize how much happier I am with him and not with Garte. Theodore is charming, kind, and even funny. Especially in his letters, he seems to come out of his shell when he writes. His words just seem to spill out and they're so fluent you would guess he edited it several times.

So how am I supposed to know the difference for this?

I sit on the edge of his bed. Like everything in his house, its simple. The bed frame is simple and wooden with a light blue blanket laying on the top. Its nice to take a break from such extravagance once in a while. I used to live the very simple life, until I met Garte. Its nice to go back to when I was younger.

I fiddle with the wedding ring on my finger. Turning around, I see Theodore take his shirt off. The lamp only slightly highlights his muscles and his relatively tan skin. His greenish-blue eyes shine against the light. I feel heat rush to my cheeks as I turn away.

This isn't right.

Yes it is. Don't stress it, Zianna. Nothing will happen.

"I-I'm sorry... I can put it back on-" He begins.

I smile to myself, slightly biting my lip. I shake my head, turning back to him with a smile. He gives a confused smirk back.

"It's fine. Leave it off." I respond.

Theodore chuckles a little bit and sits down on the opposite side of the bed. He inhales deeply as he lays down, his hands behind his head. I look into his eyes, which are now shaded now that the light isn't shining into them. He smiles at me.

"You can lie down, you know." He says quietly, which makes his voice sound deeper.

I shrug, my cheeks hurt from awkwardly smiling so much. I look down at the wedding ring again, admiring the shine it gives. I still don't know how I fell about this.

"Lie down, Zianna. I don't bite." Theodore says sarcastically.

"Okay, okay, fine." I laugh, lying down next to him.

Theodore looks straight into my eyes. I look straight into his. The middle of his eyes are dark blue and the ring outside the blue is an emerald green. It's a beautiful eye color.

"Jeez, you leave so much I never get to see how pretty your eyes are." Theodore says as his hand gently caresses my cheek. I slightly cringe, but then I relax.

I put my hand on his. Surprisingly, his hand is very warm. Ru'aun, especially O'khasian weather is very cold and rainy throughout the whole year. I take in the embrace, realizing how warm his hand is.

"You're freezing." He says, stroking his thumb on my cheek.

"Yeah, well," I chuckle. "You know Ru'aun weather."

"I sure do. Get under the blanket, you'll be warmer." Theodore suggests.

I swallow and tense up. Slowly pulling the thick blue blanket away and draping it over myself, I begin to feel slightly sick. I don't really know if it's the feeling that it's wrong or if it's the feeling of getting a thrill. I grin at him, pushing away any feelings that would suggest this is an awful thing to do.

Theodore's eyes seem to have a spark of danger in them, just like Garte has. But they're a little different. Garte's spark of danger shows just how adventurous he is. With Theodore, I can't really identify what his means. He doesn't seem like a sexual guy, so it can't be that. It could be his own sense of danger and I just can't pinpoint what it is.

"You said you had kids, right? How are they doing?" He asks.

I sigh, remembering my boys. "They're pretty good. My oldest is almost five."

"Is he about to start school soon?" Theodore asks.

"Tutoring, yeah. He's very smart, I'm confident he'll do well." I slightly brag about Garroth.

After all, what mother doesn't take pride in her kids?

Thedore nods and there's an awkward silence that follows. It only lasted about one or two minutes, but with a silence like that it seems to last about ten minutes. I try to spike up conversation, but there's not much to talk about. I don't really want to or need to talk about Garte around him. That'd make it about ten times more awkward.

I feel his strong arm wrap around my waist. He keeps a gentle grip, careful not to hurt. I try my best not to tense up. I turn to him, realizing his shirt is still of. Then I place my hand on his left shoulder. He then proceeds to put his right hand on my cheek, his eyes becoming more seductive by the second.

I feel his lips gently graze mine. I don't think either of us feel easy about this, but our lips link together. We kiss for a minute or so. His hand grips my though slightly harder, but it doesn't hurt.

In fact, it feels good.

"Does your husband ever do this with you?" Theodore whispers.

We keep kissing each other. My hand goes up and grips the back of his neck. I smile in between the intimate kisses and he raises his hand to the higher part of my back. He begins to kiss my neck gently and I grin to myself. I forget everything: my husband, my boys, my life.

Here we go.

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