She leaned in closer.
She didn’t know what possessed her. Maybe it was the two, or three, or four glasses of wine. She kissed him. He didn’t push her away. The kiss lasted only one or two seconds, their mouths closed. She pulled away, realizing what she had done.
“I’m sorry-”
“Don’t be,” he told her as he held her face in his hands, letting his wallet and keys fall to the ground. He pulled her closer and kissed her again; a deep passionate kiss. She felt the warmth of his mouth, the coldness of his hands on her cheeks and knotsin her stomach. Her knees were weak. They stopped and started again; their bodies pressed, only their clothing separating them.
Later, Angela would be thankful that they were standing on a public parking lot in the freezing cold because she knew they could have taken it farther. She could not fathom how they could have stopped. She had always wondered how people could be unfaithful and risk their marriages and families. Now she understood.
He had been the first one to pull away.
“We shouldn’t be doing this Angela.”
“I know. You’re right. You’re absolutely right,” she said as she backed away.
The ride home was quiet, uncomfortable and long. All she could think about was that kiss. He was right; they needed to avoid each other at all costs. He couldn’t be part of her life. She just didn’t know how hard that was going to be.
Eight
“I can’t believeyou kissed him.” Krysta was shocked.
“Well, actually, he’s the one who kissed me,” Angela defended herself.
“But didn’t you just say you kissed him first?”
“Well, yeah. That was just a peck. He’s the one who grabbed my face and ....”
“Oh so... he’s the one who took advantage of you,” she teased.
“Well... I wouldn’t quite... the way he had his hands on me, I doubt that I could have broken away if I wanted to-”
“Oh, and you really wanted to...” Krysta teased again.
“No. You’re right. I didn’t want to break away.”
“I don’t know, Angela.”
Even Krysta, as free-spirited as one can make them, had her doubts. She had known Angela for quite a while and she knew her well. She knew she was getting in deeper and deeper.
“I know what I’m doing Krysta.” Angela was annoyed her friend had no faith in her.
“And you’re certainly one to talk Krysta… Miss one-night-stands.”
“Don’t turn this on me. I know what I am, and I know who you are. And you are certainly not Miss one-night-stand.”
“No, I’m not. It was just a kiss.”
“Let me tell you a story,” Krysta started. “About a month or so ago, I got myself a new wallet... I didn’t need a new wallet; the one I had was quite good still, and practical. I had had it for years and I guess I was just a little bored with it.”
Angela rolled her eyes, seeing where this was going.
“Anyway,” Krysta went on. “This new wallet struck my fancy. It was hot pink, flashy, sexy and new.”
“Oh please...what are you getting at?” Angela was growing impatient with her not-so-subtle friend.
“So on impulse, I bought this new wallet. I was so excited at first, but when I took it home and tried to put my stuff in it, it just didn’t work. This new wallet was not practical at all, it was all show.”
Angela started to smirk.
