"We've known each other for too long. Just spit it out."She was silent for a moment, then said, "Okay. I used to think you and I would eventually get ...married, have kids, stuff like that." I said nothing, and she continued. "A couple of years ago, I realized I was never going to love you that way."I guess that should have stung, at least a little, but it didn't. "Oh, well, that's nothing to get worked up about. We're still friends. Right?"She paused, then said, "No, what I mean is, I met someone. "Well, I'd have to ask him first to make sure that he's okay with this. I don't want to cheat on him, but there's no way I could ask. You'd have to."That said, I turned around so the water hit my back. Grace was there right in front of me in all her naked glory. She took the soap from me and got her hands all soapy and slippery. They moved over my breasts and I shivered. The light touch of her palms had my nipples puckered, and I could feel the slow, insistent heat start to pool between my. The fear welled through him and the pain of his wife’s fingernails digging into the flesh of his bare arm as she pressed herself close and grasped him in fright. Neither was listening to the music that came from the car’s radio. The roar of the heater fan went unnoticed. All they heard was the howl of the arctic wind, and each other’s fear driven, raspy breathing. Sometimes, he managed to spot the tracks of the last car that had passed down the major road, but mostly he simply saw white. It was. You wrap your arms around my waist, pulling my head to your chest and begin moving slightly to the beat of the haunting tune coming from the house. You place your hand under my chin and lift my face to yours. "I wanted you the moment I saw you across the room," you say, before lowering your lips to mine in a brief kiss, your soft mustache rubbing against my nose. The kiss was over all too soon and as you began to raise your head I pulled your lips back to mine, kissing you hungrily. Burying.