“we looked at each other a little too long to be just friends”
When he kissed me, it felt like a tasted the mouth of sin but I wanted more. I knew nothing romanitc would stem from it but I needed what I’ve been craving. With every touch and every kiss, I felt like a terrible person. I don’t know if it’s from sexual acts or the fact that I’m a married man in a heterosexual relationship.
It’s both. I don’t deserve to be loved by anyone. I was going to leave. I couldn’t go through with it but I was Eve. Louis was the serpent. I just had to take a bite.