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Romantic Interludes 2

20 September, 2012

Not so rude as the last one, here is another Romantic Interlude.


We lay on the bed in each other’s arms, our breath returning as our heartbeats slowed again. We were naked, uncovered, our clothes scattered around the bedroom floor, the duvet down there somewhere too. We looked into each other’s eyes, smiled, exchanged a light kiss, declared our love for each other again. “Do you remember the first time you told me you love me?” she asked. “Of course I do,” I said, “it was at Debbie’s party last year.”

I had been working at the office for two years when she joined. There was an instant attraction, an immediate chemistry, and it wasn’t long before we were lunching together, hanging out after work together, going out for drinks together, walking in the woods near her house together, kissing together. All this behind her boyfriend’s back. This had to stop, we said, or she had to leave him. We stopped. For a while.

A short time later was the party, everyone from work went. She went with her boyfriend. I avoided them, avoided her, for most of the night until late on when I was sitting out in the garden, she came and joined me. I told her I wanted to be with her. I told her for the first time that I loved her.

She argued with her boyfriend on the way home. About me. He suspected there was something going on, she confirmed it. And then left him.

The next day, we became a couple.


  1. TheOthers1 permalink

    Interesting. I’d like to hear more about this particular interlude.

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