Invisible string

2- Miles to go

NARRATORS POV:
So it was like that for days, weeks maybe, they worked intensely, both completely devoted to music and professional. But they couldn't deny there was an strange aura around them.

She wanted him close and never wanted to come back home and be away from him, but he has a family to come back to, so every time she remembered that she would tell him to go back home, they could talk and continue their work the next day. And he felt rejected, she used to love having him around. But he guessed that's how things should be from there.

But he couldn't go back home, he wasn't in the mood to start fighting with Anne Rene immediately. He needed to keep her smile with him a little longer, she was the best part of his days. And his children. But lately coming back home was a nightmare, there would be screaming and crying, or terrible silence, making all of them uncomfortable.

So she had became his comfort thought, the place his mind traveled to get away from all that mess. But he knew it was wrong so he tried to fight those thoughts. He tried to convince himself it was just because they worked perfectly together, because he had to think about her all day long so he could make her the international star he had promised her she'll be. But it wasn't just professional. When his mind wondered it took him to her perfume, the sound of her laugh, or the way her tiny body had hugged him close.

It wasn't about contracts and tours, he couldn't stop thinking about her. As a woman. No, she's not a woman he thought to himself and felt dirty immediately. He shouldn't be thinking about her beautiful hazelnut eyes staring at him, nor her soft hands holding his arm and taking him close. He shouldn't be thinking about her little waist and the way that silly beige suit hugged her silhouette.

He took another bit of the scotch that's been on his hand longer than it should. And he immediately wondered about how would her lips taste. He imagined finally kissing her, the anticipation as their mouths came closer, their lips finally touching, the softness and sweetness of her mouth. That softly opened to him, allowing his tongue access, finally tasting her, earning a little moan from her the moment their tongues touched maybe?

"Excuse me?" A voice took him out of his thoughts. "We're closing Sir" the waitress said, and he was glad someone interrupted his vivid imagination, he shouldn't have those day dreams about his star. They had to work together, and she was just a child. "Sorry, good night" he said and left money on the table before going out of the bar.

He should definitely go home, hoping his wife was sleeping and not ready to start a war. He knew he had to get a divorce, it was the smartest choice, and the best for them and specially for their kids, but he just couldn't. He didn't like admitting he had failed, and getting divorced twice was hell a big failure.

But his wishes don't come true, as soon as he steps inside his home, his wife voice with a real stern tone asks his where he's been. "At work" he answers shortly. "So you're gonna tell me you were at the recording studio at 2am?" She asks fighting him. "Yes, but Why do you care so much actually?" He asks upset and to his surprise she doesn't fight back. Silence finally filling the room. "I'm going to bed" he says, and obviously it's not _theirs_ anymore, since he's been sleeping on the guest room for weeks.

"Are you sleeping with her?" She asks as he's walking past her. "With who?" He asks completely surprised by her question, knowing probably his wasn't the best answer if he didn't want to fight anymore. "You know who I'm talking about" "no I don't" he lies, her face had immediately come to his mind. "Say it" he says upset. "Are you fucking Céline?" She asks almost in tears. "No I'm not" he says shortly and walks to his room.

But his wife hadn't asked if he was sleeping with any person in the world. She had asked about her so maybe he wasn't as good as disguising those feelings or whatever it was that started to grow inside of him. He couldn't have people wondering if they were together. He would increase their distance, there was no other way.