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The afternoon sun slanted through the kitchen window, catching the dust motes dancing in the air like forgotten promises. Her fingers, still damp from washing lettuce, trembled slightly as they traced the path of a bead of condensation down the side of her water glass, a simple act that felt suddenly, profoundly illicit. The scent of his cologne, something dark and woody utterly foreign to this room, clung to her skin beneath the thin cotton of her sundress, a secret she carried in the very pores of her being. Every soft rustle of fabric agat her thighs as she shifted her weight was a whispered echo of the frantic, hushed movements from an hour ago in a borrowed apartment across town. She could still feel the phantom pressure of his mouth on the pulse point of her neck, a brand that pulsed in time with her quickening heartbeat. The mundane clatter of a pot in the sink was a stark contrast to the memory of his low, urgent voice murmuring things her husband had long forgotten how to say. A slow, languid heat uncoiled deep within her, spreading through her ve like warm honey, a private summer blooming in the sterile quiet of her perfectly kept home. She closed her eyes, and for a breathtaking moment, she was back there, tangled in sheets that smelled of him and freedom, the world outside reduced to a distant hum. A small, knowing smile touched her lips as she opened them again to the familiar surroundings, the taste of stolen hours still sweet on her tongue.
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