If I had ever felt naked to the core before, it was now. Truly bare. Those two words. You're mine. I was startled and aroused. I couldn't decipher whether there was a hidden meaning behind them or Shane was just plain telling me that he was possessive. Either way, I didn't have to time to think them over from the re-emerging carnality of Shane's lips tangoing feistily with mine. The taste of him. I loved it. I loved the way he could just make me breathless from just a simple kiss. And now, he was teasing as he bit down on my bottom lip tugging it gently like a puppy with its chew toy. It was odd how a second ago I was accusing him of preying on me and then the next, I was fisting my hands through his hair whilst loving the feel of him hard and deep inside of me. Why does it never feel this way with Nick? Why was it different? And why had I been easily persuaded from the thirst of his lips? Was I just that easy? Could I not stand my ground? Was I falling for Shane? I wasn't sure. I couldn't be bothered to ask those questions loving how his lips at this second were gliding down my stomach. How could something as simple as that excite me? I didn't know. But either way, it felt magical. My body felt alive.

Shane paused as he drifted back up, pressing his temple against my forehead. "Please, don't think I'd use you like that," he muttered, his acorn coloured eyes studying mine intensely. "I'm not, Rose. I can't."

I slowly nodded, entranced within the depths of his eyes as I remained pinned against the wall, my legs wrapped around his broad torso feeling like a present wrapped in gift paper. I didn't want this moment to end. I wanted us to stay here, in our own bubble, our own romance far from reality, from the world. But that was impossible. The reality was, I was kissing another man who wasn't the man I'd committed myself to. I was going against the laws of marriage. Love itself.

Accepting my response, Shane dropped me down. His hands did the rest as he pulled his boxers and buttoned his trousers. I hesitated before doing the same, thankful at least that my knickers were still intact. I didn't want to use another excuse that they'd gotten a hole from inside the drum of the washing machine. We were silent as we stole quick glances to each other.

Until he broke the silence. "There was a reason I came over...and not for makeup sex but I'm not complaining about that," he said, smirking as I blushed a little in the cheeks. I didn't say a word, so he continued, "after you supplied the information that your—Nick, would be gone until Friday. I was kinda hoping you would go with me somewhere?" he suggested, wetting his bottom lip.

"Where?" I said, feeling a little self-conscious suddenly as those eyes locked onto me once again. I had no idea what he was going on about. Go where? And I really didn't think it was appropriate with the current situation on hands, but I hadn't exactly showed dedication towards that argument considering I just had sex with him moments ago. My conscience sneered.

He appeared a little bashful as he smiled. "Erm, I was hoping you'd come with me to the cabin I rent in some woods."

"That doesn't sound creepy," I replied, humour lacing my tone, "but I really don't think that would be appropriate so I'm going to have decline. Even as much as I would love to star in some horror film set in the woods." I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, shyly sliding pass him as I headed towards the kitchen. I could hear him following me even before he insisted on his honest intentions.

Shane scooted over towards me as I was grabbing a mug from the cupboard. "C'mon, Rose. Just two days that's all I am asking for."

"Asking for what?" I timidly stepped back, aware that he was close towards me. I didn't want a round two even if I knew that was not the truth. Shane leaned on the counter, his eyes following me as I grabbed a bottle of milk from the fridge.

"I just want you to spend two days with me in this creepy cabin if that's what you call it. But the point is, I just want to spend time with you, Rose. Without you feeling so uptight—"

"---There's a reason I always feel uptight," I interjected, holding up my left hand with its sliver circle tightly secured around the third finger. "You know that."

"I know, I know. But, I just want to get away with you. Two days. You get to know me, and I get to know you better. That's all. No consequences, nobody to judge us," he argued softly, thanking me as I passed him a mug I'd also filled with hot water. His fingers began to bounce the teabag in the water.

"Shane, we're already committing a problem. A problem that will have consequences. Do you know how close Nick was to finding this out?" I wavered my hands about to emphasise my point. "I nearly slipped up because of these damn hickies you gave me," I proclaimed, sighing as I returned to my mug that was sat on the counter, and poured a couple dollops of milk into it.

"I'm sorry. But I'm not sorry that---,"

I daggered my eyes at him. "---Okay," he added softly, "I know this is wrong. I do hate our circumstances but it's just how it is at the moment so please just come with me. Just for two days. We'll pretend this isn't a problem. And then after, we will work something out. I'll stay away or—or you'll just to have to reconsider your marriage, Rose. But, let's just forget about all of it for now. Come with me. We spend just two days. That's all. Please."

I was at that moment juggling the proposition. I shouldn't have been drawing a con and pro column in my mind. As a loyal wife I should have been refusing. But I wasn't. I was actually thinking about agreeing. I wanted to. It would be just two days. I wouldn't have to feel paranoid that Nick would walk into us. Shane would be mine for two days. What was the worse that could happen? You'd fall for him. You're still cheating on Nick. You're pretending. I would still be a wicked person. A horrid wife. So, many cons.

"I-I—"

"No," Shane broke in, shaking his head as he approached me, squeezing my hand gently. "I'm not taking no for an answer so you better start packing. I've done mine. I'll be waiting in my car. You might want to bring your laptop. I heard the best inspiration for writing comes from nature," he said, smiling before he turned on his heel.

"Sh-ane," I attempted to defy him, but the reluctance of my words proved otherwise.

What was I doing?

***

I timidly buckled the seatbelt in as I stole a quick glance to Shane beside me. He squeezed my thigh reassuringly before his hand returned to the gear stick. I exhaled, nervously looking at the rear window towards the mini purple suitcase on the back seats. Was I actually doing this? I couldn't exactly change my mind at 35mph. I wasn't even sure where we were going until I realised where ever we were going must be some distance as he turned to join the motorway.

"And he we go," he said cheerily, accelerating to the national minimum speed limit. I glanced at the window watching the scenery blur as the truth settled. I was actually doing this. I couldn't stop thinking about Nick and I wasn't soothed either by the thought that I could actually spend time with Shane.

"Hey," I heard him softly beside me. "It's going to be okay."

"Is it though?" I croaked.

Shane didn't reply. I didn't expect him to. What could he actually say though that would make me feel better? Don't worry, your husband will never know. Don't worry, you're not actually cheating if he doesn't know.  Hey, sex is better with me than Nick. He couldn't say nothing to make me feel the slightest better. I just felt miserable, guilty and I wanted to go home.

Instead, with one hand steering the wheel, his left hand headed towards the centre compartment. I watched curiously as he pulled out an CD disc and with one hand, managed to take the CD out before sliding it into the feeder of the radio. Then in replacement of the radio presenters blabbering on, the song Ain't No Mountain High Enough started playing. A cheeky grin plastered across his face before he started to sing along to it.

"Listen, baby. Ain't no mountain high. Ain't no valley low, ain't no river wide enough, baby. If you need me call me," he sang, with his best effort to sound good even if he rightly knew he sounded terrible. I couldn't help the snorts of laughter that fled my lips.

"What?" he said innocently, looking at me before returning to the open road.

"You sound like a cat dying! Don't quit your day job," I exclaimed brightly, chuckling as he joined me with a series of deep chuckles of his own.

"Hey, I'm quite offended. I've been told I have the voice of a star," he said, switching lanes as he continued to speed down the motorway.

"Well, whoever told you that was trying to be nice," I declared, smirking as I looked over to him, playfully rolling my eyes as he mockingly used his finger and thumb as a gun and shot the side of his temple. "Where are we going anyway?" I asked, interested as I noticed we passed signs heading away from the city.

"Wouldn't you like to know," he sang, shaking his head as he smiled. "I mean, I'm not really supposed to tell my victims. That sort of comes under the golden rules of kidnapper school. It's a hush-hush, sort of business," he joked.

"Well, you've already broken one," I said.

"And what's that?"

"You fell for your captive," I dared to say. I didn't need to look over as I felt his left hand squeeze mine on my lap. I wasn't sure how he made it possible, but as I looked out the passenger window watching the blurred landscape alongside me, I felt my fears dissipate.

"Rose," I heard someone yell my name. I looked behind my shoulder, my loose hair flapping against the left side of my face as I pressed my red painted together. "Rose, why did you do it? What about us?" I looked around, slowly seeing not a soul. The words echoed, like a ringing phone. It sounded distorted, I couldn't recognise the voice, and no one was coming out of the darkness I was surrounded in to claim it. I held my breath feeling a little dazed as I searched the landscape feeling like I was moving in slow motion.

The voice beckoned my name several times. "Rose! Rose!" I desperately looked around, anxious at the fog of dark smoke consuming me. My head turned side to side as I felt my throat close in, like two hands clamping my neck and forcing all the oxygen out of me. "Why Rose! Why did you do it! I thought you loved me! Why Rose!" The voice stormed on as I choked, coughing out splutters of air as my body began to feel weak and limp.

"Rose." I blinked, exhaling as I looked around. The darkness was gone. My hands naturally went to my neck. I was okay. And then I acknowledged Shane's presence as he gently caressed my cheek. He was still sat on the driver's side, looking at me with some concern as I blinked. What was that? I must have fell asleep. "Are you okay?"

I nodded shakily.

"You sure? You look like you had a nightmare," Shane stated, caressing his thumb still. It felt nice, soothing as I fell back into reality. Whatever I had dreamed was possibly my nagging conscience attacking me. It felt so real. But I was okay. I wasn't being hurt. Shane was right here beside me.

"I'm fine. Just a little tired I suppose. Are we here?" I looked out the window, startled at the sight of pattering rain running down the window. Up ahead I could see the outline of a wooden cabin and the crowd of trees surrounding it, against the background of a giant lake.

"Yeah, we're here. The rain is a bit heavy, but we could make a run for the cabin?" he suggested, taking out his phone to briefly check it before sliding it into his leather jacket's pocket.

"Yeah, okay," I replied, still a little shocked over that dream. It had made me a little unsettled. But I wasn't going to let it get to me. I attempted to focus on our situation watching as Shane opened the door, the rain pouring in as he headed for the backdoor and took out our cases. I followed in pursuit, slamming the door and heading after him as he locked the car and took the lead going towards the cabin.

The rain thundered down on us, soaking through my flimsy clothes. Shane opened the door after turning the key. We entered, sighing as he closed it after. Inside, the interior was quaint, a large red patterned rug lay in the centre of the apparent living room. There was no TV, just a large fireplace with a hanging portrait of the painted lake outside, only without a single cloud or drop of rain. The kitchen was on the opposite side of the room, a modernised addition alongside its natural companion, its wooden stools underneath the marble top island counter.

Shane headed onwards, taking his sodden jacket off. "I'll get the fire starting. We've got a ton of logs to last us for the two days," he stated as I stood taking in all of the surroundings. "The bedroom is just down the hallway. You can take a shower if you like. Each room has an en-suite bathroom. I'm sure the rain should stop soon. And then we can look around the small town if you want?" he suggested, as he bent down and threw logs into the pit.

"Yeah, okay," I replied, tugging on the handle of my suitcase as I went further into the cabin. There were two rooms, one was the master bedroom at the end of the hallway, and the other, I assumed a guest bedroom with its own en suite bathroom just as the master's.

It felt strange knowing I was practically taking a holiday if that's what I could call it without Nick. Instead, I was here with my lover, is that what I could call Shane? I didn't know. I just knew at that moment I just wanted to get out of these clothes, feeling cold and damp like a wet rat.

I slid my top off my head, unhooked my bra and slipped my knickers off before I stepped into the shower and slid the glass door behind me. As soon as the heat covered me, I felt so much better. I needed it. The goose bumps had disappeared, and I felt warmer. My fingers massaged my hair loving the weight of water running through as I closed my eyes. I wasn't sure how long I was there for until I felt someone pressing their body against me.

I turned, entranced in those two eyes studying mine. My lungs felt breathless as his hands slipped on my jaw and before I had words to follow, his lips were matching my slow, gentle pace as water trickled on us. He embraced me as closer, water trickling down my face as I stepped back feeling my back meet contact with the tiled walls. My arms snaked around his neck as he deepened the kiss, urgency building alongside the combination of passion from his tongue and the water. Our naked bodies close together made my skin burn, my stomach beat with butterflies and the inevitable lust thunder. The reality disappeared. Nick didn't cross my mind as I felt him, felt all of him inside me.

It was my getaway.

THANK YOU FOR READING! IF YOU ENJOYED PLEASE VOTE, COMMENT AND SHARE! BY NO MEANS DO I AGREE WITH CHEATING, THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION. IT IS WRONG! AS FAR AS THIS STORY THOUGH, DO YOU THINK THIS IS DANGEROUS? IS ROSE GOING TO FALL IN TOO DEEP? AND WHAT ABOUT SHANE? DO YOU AGREE WITH HIS INTENTIONS? NEXT CHAPTER SHOULD BE OUT SOON!

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