Sharing Her (1)

On my last day of work before my vacation, I headed out of the office with a spring in my step. Stepping out into the street, I began to feel excited about what tomorrow would bring. My dull daily routine was about to get shaken up, and I couldn’t wait.

I decided to make a quick stop at the grocery store. Tonight, I was going to cook Luke something delicious. I was scanning the bottles of wine on the shelf and bent down to reach for one.


The voice coming from behind me was oddly familiar. I hastily stood up and spun around, only to find myself face-to-face with Daniel.

Yeah, he happened to see me while I was thrusting my ass out behind me. And I happened to be wearing a short skirt today. Shit…

“Daniel!” I exclaimed, stretching my arms out. I didn’t know why I was so eager to give him a hug, but he let me embrace him. “What are you doing here?”

“Same thing you’re doing,” he said, pointing at my basket. “Buying groceries.”

I felt kind of silly. Daniel’s lips curled into a smile, and his eyes gazed at me warmly.

“You ready for the five-hour drive to Pleasant Beach?” he asked.

“Five hours? I thought it was four,” I said uncertainly.

“Definitely five. But it’s well worth the trip. I’ve been down there a few times. And I rented us a house right on the beach. It’ll be great.”

“I’m so excited for you to meet my husband!” I cried, eager to bring Luke into the conversation. I had a feeling that my face was bright red, the way Daniel was looking at me. He had a mixture of amusement and curiosity on his face. Damn…he could probably see right through my nervous exterior into the deepest, dirtiest corners of my mind.

“Me, too,” Daniel said. “I can’t wait to meet the man worthy of a woman as beautiful as you are, Maya.”

I felt my tongue swipe over my lower lip, a nervous habit that resurfaced from time to time. I hoped that Daniel wouldn’t read it as a flirtatious gesture.

“Oh, Daniel,” I sighed, “I don’t think…I don’t think you should talk to me like that.”

“Like…what?” he asked, genuinely perplexed.

“Luke’s gonna think you’re flirting with me,” I muttered. “And he knows you saw me while I was changing my clothes.”

“Oh?” Daniel chuckled. “Is that such a big deal?”

I resisted the urge to tell Daniel everything. I barely knew the guy, but I felt like I wanted to share my whole life store with him. I had a great job and a wonderful husband, and yet deep down, I longed for excitement and freedom. Somehow, Daniel stirred up feelings within me that I hadn’t felt in years.

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