MY MOMENT OF PLEASURE
He was furious, I was seething with anger. We were even, there was no one ready to apologize to the other so we stood side by side each other in front of the kitchen island taking deep calming breaths. I stepped back a little so I could see his lean back. My hands ached to touch them passionately and at the same time painfully. I wanted to kiss him, and at the same time hit him. I hated the fact that he cared for her. He wasn't doing anything wrong by caring for a good friend who was going through hell, he was doing wrong by neglecting me in the process. He was giving her more than he had ever given me. His back flexed as he moved away from the island to switch off the light leaving me in pure darkness. I buried my head in my palms and took more steady breaths. He must have left me alone to sort my self out. Maybe he thought I was being unnecessarily jealous. I was scared I was handling it the wrong way and would chase him away but I was too tired to have rational thoughts and...