Chapter 102

• High on cocaine or not, though, I remembered my love for my wife. I was panting heavily, torn between lust and loyalty. Ashlyn was so beautiful. We could play just a little, right? Only penetrating-intercourse would really be sex, really be crossing the line, right? And I could stop myself before that.
• As if reading my mind, Ashlyn husked, "Just one kiss, Johnny. Please? I've always wanted to know what you taste like."
• Just one kiss. How much harm could just one kiss be? And as Ashlyn moved closer so that her breast was pushing into my chest and bent her head to meet my lips, I made my decision.