Wednesday

Wednesday

No strings attached.<br /><br />It's not what I really want, but it's all he has to offer. He's filled with turmoil and heartache and regrets, but for two hours every Wednesday all he feels is me. <span>How much I desire him, how desperate he makes me, how much I'd like things to be different between us.</span> Real.<br /><br />He used to be my best friend back before he got married. <span>And now?</span> Now, he's a young widower. It'd be wrong on so many levels to expect something more from him. So I give him what he needs. But I know I can't keep this up. I've already given him my body, my soul. I want him to have my heart. It might drive him away forever, but that's a risk I'm forced to take.