I tried, I tried to stay away from her. But the more I avoided being alone with her, or being near her. Even talking to her. The harder I tried, the more I wanted to be alone with her, to have those moments I long for us to have again.

But we can't.

This beautiful being, her dirty blond hair, blue eyes, and freckles cheeked woman I've fallen for, not just lust over. This woman who makes me forget who I am, and who she is, makes me want to go against all of my morals. This woman. She is married.

It started off as something harmless. You see, she is my daughters boss. It started off normal, talking to her when I pick my daughter up from work, turning into asking her to dinner at our house, lunch outings and which in return made our feelings develop. I know she feels it too, the moments we've had have only been stopped by a kiss. A kiss that was so perfect, her soft plump lips against mine, her hands clasping my cheeks, wanting to pull me forward. But this kiss, was also the forced us to talk about what had been developing between us.

I am not a home wrecker.

I sit in the car, in the parking list of where my daughter works. She's only young, fourteen years old, she works on the weekends and Friday nights. I sit, scrolling mindlessly through Facebook on my phone. There is half and hour until she finishes, I hear a tap at my window, making me jump, I sigh, my heart beating like crazy from seeing her beautiful face at my door, a slightly amused smile on her lips as she saw my fumble.

She gestures if she can get in. I nod, watching her walk, the way her black dress pants hug around all the right places, her white noise tucked in looking beautiful and powerful. She slides in next to me, closing the door after herself. She turns to me, looking down at her lap.

"I miss you..." Those three words, are like knives in my heart, forming a lump in my throat along with the ache in my chest, that I just can't seem to swallow. All I want to do is cry, and bring her to me.

She looks up, a defeated look on her face. She places her hand on my exposed thigh, my sitting position making the skirt I'm wearing, short than what it is and exposing my thigh.

"I miss you too... but I'm not a home wrecker." She sighs and shakes her head.

"You're not a home wrecker because there's no home to wreck." I look at her confused.

"He's been cheating on me for years, and he knows I know. We just don't talk about it. And I've been in contact with my lawyer for divorce papers since we kissed last month. Not just because we kissed but because I've realised I deserve to be happy, and he doesn't do that. But i know you do." She caresses my cheek, moving in slowly, she kisses my lips, i feel myself crumbling at her touch, no will to fight off my urge to kiss her back and take hold of her body. She takes my movements as a sign, and straddles my lap as we deepen the kiss. Her hands find my hair, tugging; making me moan for her.

"I've been wanting to do that since I first met you." I say as I cup her cheeks, moving her hair from her face as well.

She smiles, that beautiful smile I love so much.

"So have I, Without all the guilt." She says softly. I smile, kissing her neck.

"Camille will be finishing soon, this isn't the best position for her mum to be in."

Everly laughs and slides off me, back into the seat n day off o me.

"I have to drive