I throw one arm casually over the back of my bench, lifting one foot onto my knee and trying to let my muscles relax. It’s been a long day, but the crisp twilight air imposes a stillness on my body. I allow myself a few long sips from my flask of Cider, feeling the rum kindle a fire in my belly.
*I love my wife, but how can I feel so neglected?* I run my fingers through my silky hair and absent mindedly rub my freshly shaven jaw line. *I thought she would notice all the work I put into trying to look really nice for tonight.* Creaking branches and tumbling leaves pull me back to the present, and I spot a figure moving down the trail toward me. My muscles tense for a moment until I can see it’s just a runner passing through my secluded headspace.
As she rounds the corner, I smile warmly, trying in vain to moderate my gaze. *Was that a mischievous smile she gave just me?* I can’t be sure in the evening light, surely she was just being polite. Stopping a few feet from my bench, she tries to look innocent, getting on one knee to tie her shoe. Suddenly, she turns her head towards me, smirking as she catches my wandering eyes dart away from all her curves.
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