"Clyde, can I ask you a question?" asked Ruby while Clyde was about to open the door of her room to help her in.

"Yes, Ruby. You can ask me a question. But first, I need to get you in your room. You are too drunk to even stand for yourself," said Clyde managing to open the door with one hand while holding Ruby with his other arm, making sure that she didn't fall.

"Do you like me?"

"Ruby, please stop. Now is not the time for that," said Clyde moving both of them inside of Ruby's room and closing the door behind them.

"Please, tell me, Clyde, do you like me? Because I like you, Clyde. I really do," said Ruby stumbling across the room still holding on to Clyde's arm.

"Ruby, please. Let's not talk about that now. I need to get you safe into your bed. Tomorrow, we can talk."

"No, Clyde, I want to talk now. I need to know if you like me. I love you, Clyde. I do. And I can't stand the way you look at me sometimes. The way you look at me tells me that you do like me, that you do feel something for me, but the way you act toward me tell me something else. I am confused, Clyde. I need to know what's on your mind or I will go crazy," yelled Ruby, unable to control the tears rolling down her cheeks while sitting at the edge of the bed. "Please, Clyde, I need to know. I need to know."

Grabbing his hair with both of his hands and walking nervously around the room, Clyde came to the conclusion that it was time to tell the truth. It was time to tell Ruby how he felt. It was time to open his heart to her and let her know how important she was for him.

"Ruby, yes, I do like you. In fact, I love you. I am madly in love with you. But this can't happen. I am a married man. I have to admit that I am not happy in my marriage. Actually, I don't even know if I want to be in that marriage anymore, because my wife...she cheated on me, Ruby. Yes, I found her in bed with another man. My wife was having sex with another man in our own bed. There you have it. That's the truth of my marriage. But you want to know why I can't be with you? Because I think she is expecting my child. And if that's the case, I need to be there for that kid, even if it means to stay with my her in a loveless fucking marriage," yelled Clyde at the same moment he sat next to Ruby on the edge of the bed and while covering his face with both of his hands to cover the tears that were rolling down his face. He had finally told her the truth. At least one truth, the one about his marriage. Unfortunately, the other truth—the one about his job—that one he couldn't tell. So he didn't.

After hearing Clyde tell her his story, his secret, she felt bad. She knew something was happening in Clyde's life, but she never imagined the magnitude of it. At first, she blamed everything on her being drunk and unable to understand correctly, but seeing Clyde's terrible expression on his face proved to her that she had heard correctly. Clyde had just told her the truth and she felt bad for him, so bad that even in her drunken stage she tried to provide support to him, even when all she wanted, at that moment, was for him to make love to her and to forget about the pain he was carrying around.

"I am sorry to hear that, Clyde. I never meant to—"

"Stop! Please, stop. I don't want to ruin the night with this," gently said Clyde finally looking at Ruby with his face covered with tears. "I wanted this night to be special for you. I wanted you to have fun."

"And I did, Clyde. I did. But I also needed to know the truth. I needed to know the reason of your empty-looking eyes. Now I know, and I want you to know that I love you with all my heart, Clyde. I will always do so. I hope that one day you can find that happiness that you deserve," said Ruby while bringing her friend close to her and giving him a tender hug. "Everything is going to be okay, Clyde. I promise."

What happened next was exactly what Clyde was trying to avoid since the moment he laid his eyes on Ruby. Having her there with him made him crave her touch even more, and without been able to control the furious passion that swamped his body, he grabbed her in his arms and with an uncontrollable desire, he started devouring her lips like he had never done to anyone before. In his mind, he knew that he needed to stop, but his body wasn't responding to none of his commands.

"Clyde, I can't believe I have you in my arms. Kiss me, please. Kiss me and never stop."

"Shhh, kiss me, Ruby. I want to taste you, I want to feel you."

"Made me yours, Clyde. I want to be yours."

"I am planning to, Ruby. I am planning to. Just kiss me, my dear and I promise you, I will make you mine. All mine."

"I want to be yours, Clyde. I want to make you forget. Use my body to forget, Clyde, and I promise you that when we wake up tomorrow, things will be different. I promise you, my love. Make me yours. I want to feel you inside of me. That's all I have been thinking about since the first moment I met you."

"Shhhh! Stop talking and enjoy the moment. Let the future take its course. But promise me that whatever happens between us tonight, you will never forget me. Promise me, Ruby. Promise me."

"I promise you, Clyde. I will never forget you. You will always be in my heart. But please make me yours. I can't wait any longer, Clyde. Make me yours, I beg you."

So he did.

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“It does hurt me,” Calisto said before he could stop himself.

He wanted to take the words back immediately.

Emma stilled in the passenger seat. “Then why play?”

To remember.

To punish himself.

To apologize.

“For a lot of different reasons,” Calisto settled on saying. “But tonight, I played so that you wouldn’t have to. You didn’t seem comfortable. I didn’t think you wanted to have everyone looking at you after what happened. It was a small sacrifice.”

“But you hurt now,” she said, seeming confused. “Don’t you?”

“But you didn’t have to.”

For Calisto, that was all that mattered.

Turning his head, Calisto stared out the opened driver’s window. He wondered if anyone had noticed that both he and Emma had left the dinner party without a goodbye. He supposed it didn’t make a difference.

Calisto didn’t mind Emma’s presence disturbing his peace, either.

“Calisto?” Emma asked softly.

“Hmm?”

Her hand rested on his thigh, and Calisto jerked in the seat at the innocent touch. The problem was, her touch couldn’t be innocent at all. Not with the way he currently felt, the things he had done, or the lines he had already crossed with a mighty “fuck you.” He hadn’t been expecting it, and he didn’t even hear Emma move in her seat.

Calisto barely had the chance to spin around and face Emma again before her mouth pressed against his. It was soft at first, smooth like her plump lips, and then her fingers dug into his leg like she was demanding something from him.

He didn’t know what it was.

Instinctively, Calisto wanted to push her away. He wanted to kiss her back, too. The crazy side of his brain won, the side that listened to his selfish wants and not his needs.

Or maybe he needed it, too.

Calisto didn’t know.

But he did grab onto Emma’s dress. He fisted the fabric around his taut knuckles, and pulled her a little closer. His tongue swept the seam of her lips, wanting more, needing to be deeper, seeking her heat and taste.

A little wouldn’t hurt, right?

Just a little more.

Emma sighed a sweet sound, giving into his unspoken demand by parting her lips. Calisto took the offering for what it was, kissed her harder, and let his tongue war with hers until she was gasping for air. Pulling away enough to catch a breath, Emma tipped her head up and hummed.

Calisto couldn’t help himself but lean forward and kiss her chin.

He was fucking stupid.

Why did she make him so stupid?

“I should go in and say goodbye,” he heard Emma say.

Calisto was too distracted by the flimsy fabric of her dress in his hands. A little pull with just enough strength and he knew that the dress would rip. She was close, and he could grab her around the waist before pulling her into the backseat.

The windows were tinted.

No one would see.

A little more wouldn’t hurt.

Bethany-Kris is a Canadian author, lover of much, and mother to three young sons, one cat, and two dogs. A small town in Eastern Canada where she was born and raised is where she has always called home. With her boys under her feet, snuggling cat, barking dogs, and a hubby calling over his shoulder, she is nearly always writing something … when she can find the time.

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