Kaden and Melanie are two years in their marriage. They believe to be the power couple or the cliché "Goals" type of couple. All that goes out the window, when the unexpected shows up at their door. Melanie begins to question who she is married to...
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As I lay here in Kj's room with half of KJ's body on me, I think about what happened last night between me and Kaden.
Did I want that to happen, the way it did... no.
But my body wanted it.
He was my kryptonite. My drug... I craved him.
I'm surprised I even waited so long. Having his giant arms holding me at night with him, breathing down my neck didn't help my defiance in holding out. It had been roughly a month since he gave my body what my body desired. Last night was my relapse that I obviously was not ready for.
I said no. I did say no, but the moment his drug induced tongue ravaged down my body I was done for. My body said yes to him before my mind could catch up.
Will I ever say no to him? or will I always be weak?
This is stupid. I'm laying here crying over a man that I can just leave. It's not like I won't have anywhere else to go. Yet I can't bring myself to leave Kaden.
I loved him. All of Him. We had our good moments. Moments that I believe we can get back to even with KJ. At least I hope it will.
Evidently, the shame was bound to come out soon. I've been cooped up in my own little world for quite some time and I'm sure someone was going to invade it.
