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Once I finished my third margarita, I looked for Diane to take her on a tour of the house. She never saw the renovations we did years before, but really, I just wanted the chance to ask her what had happened since our Rhode Island trip. When I couldn’t find her I spotted Travis standing alone by the grill in the backyard. After I showed him the living room that had new cherry wood instead of the ugly off-white carpet, we stood below the staircase and I eased my way into the conversation I wanted to have. “When was the last time we saw you two anyways?” Travis laughed. “That awful vacation,” he said, then took my arm. “Come on, show me upstairs. I want to see the new bathroom.” I didn't hesitate. I didn't …show more content…

“What is it?” I asked. “I'm really happy we came tonight,” Travis said and his left hand went to my shoulder. “And I know you’re not really interested in our blue stone.” “You two seem really good. It’s funny how things change in just two years.” Travis hadn't stopped smiling. His dark eyes glowed beneath the light and I didn’t look away. I couldn’t. “It is funny,” he whispered and brought his hand to my waist, pulled me in and pressed his lips to mine. I wore a white silk blouse and his fingers dug into the material, but I imagined Diane letting me step inside her pink dress for the night. It fit me perfectly too. It was tight on the top, showing off my breasts, full and perky and the stomach I worked so hard to keep flat. I didn’t want to open my eyes and discover I wasn’t really wearing it, so I focused on the kiss. It had an uncontrollable rhythm and I fixated on the pace—trying to move my tongue to match his—without thinking about how wrong it was. “Do you know how long I've wanted to do this?” Travis said once our lips moved apart. His nose touched mine and his breath felt warm and smelled like

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