Darkness was itching into every crevice of the room, each shadow menacing, forcing the bile at the back of my throat. I was feeling dizzy and nauseous as I struggled to hold myself up. The palms of my hands were noticeably growing redder as I dug my nails hard into the skin. I needed to get out of here. I felt like the entire room was closing in on me.

Swiftly, I quickly left the room grabbing my car keys and house keys from the fruit bowl off the side board table sat adjacent to the front door. Then I left. Slamming the door and locking it hastily before I swept off and towards my car that roared to life as soon as I got in.

I had no idea where I planned to go. I just needed to drive. I needed fresh air. My fingers nimbly went for the buttons on the side of the door, feeling a little relief as air embraced my face. It made some difference as I turned off into some junction.

Tears soon came to force, and I couldn't stop. It was like a floodgate had been released. All of this guilt was just tormenting me, and I knew that even if I travelled to the ends of the earth, I could never find resolution. I knew that even if I was to confess to Nick, the foundations of our relationship would be rocked to the point of destruction. So, it just seemed pointless. And it was my fault. I couldn't even completely blame Shane. I allowed this to continue. And I was allowing myself to lie those who I cared about most. Seeing Angie's face as she sighed with relief had only opened the raw wound further. Your friend is a sly snake. Run Angie.

I turned down a junction, pushing down a little more on the accelerator spiking in some speed ahead.

"Nick, I've cheated on you—with Shane," I would say, desperately hoping that he would let it slide. That I wouldn't be punished.

"I-I can't believe you, Rose. You've broke my heart. We had everything. We were going to have a family and now you've destroyed it. How could you!" I can hear him yelling, his face furious and his eyes unable to look at me. Unable to look at the monster he'd devoted his life to, who he thought was unconditionally faithful.

I then heard a piercing scream at the end of the car bonnet and before that a sudden thud, as I soon realised, I had collided with something in the middle of the road.

I jumped out the car, pushing my hair from my face as I hysterically muttered, "No, no."

People began leaving their houses, gathering like a crowd in the circus to spectate the entertainment. I kneeled down to the person, their face turned towards the floor. I could hear whispering, calls of people shouting someone call 999 as I knelt beside my innocent victim.

"Sir, sir," I frantically begged, nudging gently at their shoulder.

There was no movement.

I had killed someone, hadn't I? I was a murderer.

Then there was a spur of movement, their head turned to face me and in the pits of my stomach I felt complete utter dread. Nick.

"Nick, oh my god! Nick!" I screamed, my hands rushing with fear to cup his face.

His face was gushing with blood from the nasty cut on his left cheek. He wasn't even blinking, he was just staring at me like a zombie, not at all concerned that he was wounded. It was like he was dead. It was like he couldn't me as he continued to just stare straight ahead, looking at me but not searching for me.

"Nick! Talk to me!" I begged.

"You killed me, Rose."

I woke up screaming, sweat cascading heavily down my forehead and nesting on my collarbone. The environment around me resembled by room, the old dainty picture of sunflowers above the dresser and the wedding photo sat on top of it. I was in our bedroom. The bloody scene was absent and replaced with what I hoped was reality.

"Hey, hey, babe. Are you okay?"

I turned, completely relieved to see Nick sat beside me that I immediately engulfed my arms around him, tears brimming in my eyes as I accepted that my moment's weakness was just a horrible nightmare. His hands ran up and down my back as he said soothing words into my bedraggled hair.

"It's okay. I'm here. It's okay. I've got you," he muttered gently.

"I'm so sorry Nick," I cried into his shoulder, feeling emptiness fill in my stomach. "Please forgive me."

"What are you sorry about, love? Huh? Don't be silly. It was just a nightmare. Heck, what did you do? Chop off my balls or something in there? It's okay, I've got you Rose and I'm never letting you go," he reassured me, only increasing my agony of guilt as I squeezed him tighter.

I began in that instance to feel somewhat safe embraced in his arms. It felt like the old times, minus the pity of guilt lingering twenty four seven on my shoulders. Perhaps there is a possibility for us. Maybe, we could get pass this. Maybe, I was blinded for only a second and the relationship could be fixed. I could fix us.

I wasn't sure how to react to the thoughts fizzing in my mind. Nor could I understand that when I pulled back from Nick's arms, I felt a surge of passion ignite through my veins. My tears had stopped as I leant in slowly, watching Nick's eyes light up with desire before I pressed my lips slowly against his. My inner core felt a little buzzed as he responded, picking up the tempo and sliding his tongue teasingly in clash with mine. I couldn't understand why this was happening or why I was questioning the lust for my husband. But I refused to question it any longer.

Instead, I let him gently guide me to lay back down on the bed, for his frame to tower over mine as my hands ran through his hair. He took the same route, sliding his hands past the spaghetti straps of my tank top and cupping my breasts igniting urges within me that seemed dormant.

And without words from the both of us, we made love, our bodies rocking to the motion of waves. And in that moment, I truly felt like some part of me had been restored.

It must have been nine when I fully woke up. Nick wasn't beside me which I expected. He had work after all. I anchored myself up onto elbows so that I was nearly sitting up. My body was naked against the sheets reminding me that last night had happened. I had slept with my husband on my own terms. I hadn't just slept with him because I was lying to save suspicion. This time, I had initiated the intercourse wanting to be intimate with the man I had only thought I could be with. Which now made my situation ten times more worrying. Shane. His name hadn't even crossed my mind till now. And that unsettled me. Or maybe, it should have reassured me that my relationship with Nick was on the road to be fixed. Who knew?

I just knew that at that moment in my heart, I was somewhat relieved that I had felt something towards Nick last night. Although, part of me was convinced my sudden lust was in part to that horrid nightmare with the fear of losing Nick which I knew was the reason why I was so reluctant to leave him for Shane.

I couldn't make sense out of anything. I needed something to drink. Coffee seemed more than appropriate as I slid out of bed and threw my tank top and shorts on. I glanced at our bed staring a little longer than necessary at our stain of love. Nick hadn't used protection last night. But I was on the pill. A lie I was ashamed of. Perhaps, I could go off it. Maybe, Nick and I could have a baby. Maybe, everything was going to be alright.

The doorbell from downstairs sang as it called for my attention. I completely grabbed a jumper from off the floor I had thrown some time ago and slipped it on as I headed for the stairs.

I opened the door expecting the post man but was caught off guard at the sight of Shane, dressed in smart trousers and a white shirt glancing up and down at me with that dangerous, flirtatious smile.

"S-shane," I almost choked on my words.

"Hey, I hope I didn't wake you," he said, most likely referring to my attire. "I wanted to see you. I need to see you," he added, his feet stepping a little closer to the threshold hoping I wouldn't decline his intrusion.

I stepped back, watching as he walked past me and stopped behind me, plunging his hands into his pockets. I swallowed not knowing what to say or react. It appeared to me from last night's unexpected event, I suddenly felt a little timid in Shane's presence, as if this wasn't the man, I had been pursing hot sex with lately.

"Are you okay?" he asked, brushing his fingers against my cheek. I nodded.

"I—I just didn't expect you," I replied, not sure if whether that was a good thing or bad thing.

"I got you something," he announced, rummaging in his left trouser pocket before he pulled out a black tube. "Here, I spotted this in the display the other day and I thought it was just you. I'm never normally good at this but I know you can never go wrong with a nice lipstick," he explained, anxiously scratching his hair.

I took it gently, rotating the tube to reveal a deep, crimson red before turning it under to read, Red Dragon. It sounded familiar, but I didn't dwell too much on that. It was still confusing as to why I was gifted it but nonetheless I was thankful admiring his thought.

"Thank...you, I—don't---"

My words were cut off as I felt his lips demandingly beg for mine. I was a little taken back but certainly not bashful as I returned my lust, meeting his lips the same. He left me a little breathless once he pulled back and I self-consciously turning over the thought that just a few hours ago that were reclaimed by my husband.

"I had to do that. I miss every second I'm not with you, Rose. You drive me wild, baby," he spoke full of affection. "I want you to wear that lipstick tonight. I want you to come dancing with me tonight, Rose," he said, grasping my hands before kissing each knuckle.

"But—Nick, how---"

"---Don't worry about that. Just wear that lipstick tonight and a little black dress," he instructed me before quickly pecking cheek and then without waiting for my reply, leaving out the front door.

I sighed gently. A little stunned. My emotions were going all over the place, from the ceiling to the floor. 

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