5 Crucial Seconds

I thought: I should kiss her now. I didn’t want to be hasty, but I felt right. I had to respond to the butterflies she put in the pit of my stomach, and the moment felt like destiny, so I did.

So it began – my crucial five seconds.

Cuckoldry

Though the service was a terrible punishment the morning silence was pleasant. I hated his voice, it was annoying. Still, because he earned a more than comfortable salary, it was bearable.