I spent a day punching a sandbag until it broke, feeling exhilarated, and Emmett gave me a thumbs up.
The second time, he took me to a paintball range.
We chased each other through dense woods. I was quite the novice, so Emmett pulled me behind him, lifted his gun, and fired away at the opposing team.
He looked attractive when he closed his eyes to aim, his muscles tensing and forming sexy lines. I couldn't resist reaching out and touching him.
His body stiffened for a moment, and he turned his head to look at me. He didn't stop me, but his ears turned red.
At first, I felt embarrassed about my wandering hands, but eventually, I just let myself go.
What did it matter? We had already been intimate.
Once the divorce cooling-off period was over, I was completely free.
But I didn't expect Arthur actually to come to Mayby to reconcile with me.
That night, after an exciting escape room adventure with Emmett, I was still buzzing with excitement, discussing the plot in the car. When we got out, I saw Arthur at the entrance of the complex. I was stunned, and so was he.
Arthur's face turned ashen. He rushed over, grabbed my wrist, and demanded, "Who is he?"
"None of your business."