(Author’s Note: This is gonna get interesting. Lets see if I can make this flow the way I want.)

We held our breath that first time. Barely breathing in the silence of my room. I was renting it, a small room in the back of the trailer. Renting it from you and your fiancée. And yet here you were, lying beneath me in the calm of that small space. The lights from the cars passing by outside played across your face, mixed with the light dance of falling snow.

You were so beautiful.

And my stomach churned slightly, shaking hands removing your clothing, playing your body like a fine tuned piano. My mind reminded me that your fiancée was just outside my room. Not even ten feet away. But my body, my heart, dare not stop what we had started.

This was four years. Four years of loving each other, craving each other, wanting each other, needing each other. Four years had led to this. To you shivering in anticipation as my voice was caught in my throat. As we stifled our words and our moans knowing we could get caught.

But that feeling, the thrill of getting walked in on, only added to our passion. Our hunger. I remember looking down and seeing you open your eyes, those beautiful green eyes, and look at me. And in that moment, a surge passed between us.

This wasn’t just pleasure we were sharing. Not just hushed touches and secret kisses. What we were sharing was so much more than that.

I loved you. With everything I was and I am, I love you. The feelings were overwhelming, and seemed to pour from my chest.

“I love you,” I said. I took that chance as we flipped. The shock on your face told me everything. You thought you were just another fuck. But you weren’t.

You leaned down to me, your hair cascading around my face, kissing me, and whispering, “I love you too.”