George
As I stare at my case files, not a single word seems to register in my head. I shouldn't be doing this, I have work to take care of, a company to run, but I can't stop thinking about last night.
Back then it felt as if I lost control the moment I saw her, clothes clinging to her skin, her hair dark, curling against her cheeks, the flush of her skin...
To hold her in my arms after so long, body pressed up against mine and my lips against hers... The last time we'd been intimate was so long ago, even before the divorce.
Doing such a risque thing outside was new too, something that we never did when we were married.
Sex was usually sweeter, with Ella pliant and obedient under me, and afterwards she'd cuddle up in my arms and we'd fall asleep together.
That time in the alley had been different. Intense, yes, but Ella has changed. It wasn't so sweet and indulgent, she seemed completely indifferent to what was happening, as if it was just an act to chase physical pleasure.