I should have closed the door.
I knew it from the moment it swung open and I was immediately ensnared with a vice-like grip by the beauty on the other side. I knew for the sake of my marriage, my family and my reputation that I should have shut that damn door.
But I didn’t.
And you know, it’s true that my marriage was failing. It’s true that I was lonely and craving a woman’s touch. It’s true that I was almost forty and wanted little more than to feel ten years younger. But none of that really mattered because even if none of it was true, I just really wanted to take a bite of the forbidden fruit.
Her name was Ava and she was exceptionally beautiful.
She had gorgeous, vibrant, fiery hair that flowed like lava from her scalp to her waist. The bright sea of orange waves and the sparkle of green in her eyes stood out against the backdrop of the creamy, whiteness of her porcelain skin.
I was enamored with her from the second I saw her smiling back at me. Her soft, pink lips stretched across her face forming dimples in her freckled cheeks.