Just a single girl in Chicago, trying my hand at some erotica. I hope you enjoy! :)
“I’m so sorry to hear that.” Rory said sincerely. Tom was more than just a fling to her; he had become a very close friend during their time together. It was perfectly understandable that while she was off building up her own alter identity, he was establishing an identity of his own. She also knew, from her own experiences, the terrible longing for physical companionship that comes with loss. Grief can hit you in ways you’d never expect.
“I’m so glad you asked me here, Rory. I wasn’t sure I would ever see you again.” I smiled broadly and raised my arms to meet his approaching embrace, surprised and relieved that he had come. It had been six years since Tom and I had our affair, coworkers that crossed the forbidden line into sexual territories. It got messy, we got caught, and we hadn’t spoken since. Honestly, I didn’t expect to ever see him again, either.