“Yo fuckers!” A loud voice yelled as the person barged through the front door and came barreling into the kitchen making me push Alex back roughly by the chest.

“What the fuck Jack?” Alex asked, running a hand through his messy hair to try and tame and fly aways.

“Well its Mama G’s birthday which means cake which means Jack gets food.” The tall and lanky guitarist explained. “Jack likes food.”

I attempted to quietly slide off of the counter to avoid pulling attention to myself but ended up slipping on a small patch of batter. I let out a loud yelp as I fell to the floor, only having my hand caught by Alex at the very last moment.

“Fuck.” I groaned as he pulled me back up onto my feet right by his side.

“Real classy, getting freaky where you parents make food while they’re not around.” Jack said winking at us jokingly. “Who is this hot little cupcake?”

I coughed nervously and turned myself away from the two males, starting to get some of various splatters of food off of the counter.

“Down fucker. If you start humping her leg like the last girl I’ll get the spray bottle out again.” Alex joked making Jack whimper quietly while backing away.

“Don’t even joke about that asshole.”

The air was thick with awkwardness as I got the kitchen cleaned, with no help for either of the guys, and started to attempt another cake.

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“Why can't you stay?” Alex asked me as I stood by the front door, just before his parents were to return for the dinner we had planned.

“I just can't fucking deal with this right now.” I said running a hand over my pinned back hair, trying to smooth down any loose curls. “You should fucking get where I’m coming from.”

He nodded slowly, looking down to the floor as I walked out the door, not turning back around to look at him as I rushed across the lawn to my own house.

“Why are you home so early?” Jason asked when I entered the front door. “Aren’t we having dinner with Peter and Isobel tonight?”

“I uh, I don’t feel very good and I wouldn’t want to get either of them sick.” I lied off the top of my head.

“You do look a bit flushed.” He commented, putting the back of his hand against my cheek.

I turned away from his touch, not being able to look him in the eye after what I had done.

“I’m going to go lie down.” I said heading up the stairs quickly leaving him to watch after me confused.

I slid out of my jeans before climbing under the icy covers, wrapping the thick comforter around myself before curling up on my side.

I couldn’t believe that I had actually just cheated on my husband. The very thought of it just boggled my mind. The guilt washed over me as I thought back to the moment.

The way that my body tingled as Alex pressed into me; The way his soft lips left me craving him more; The way my heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest it was racing so fast.

I quickly shook my head, trying to rid myself of the thoughts that seemed to linger like the taste of him on my lips.

He made me feel things that Jason had never been able to. I got this instant thrill and pleasure when Alex and I touched, like my body was screaming for him to touch me more. Just the thought of him made my stomach flutter in anticipation, and the sound of his voice was like silk as it washed over me.

I don’t know if it was just the fact that I couldn’t be with him that excited me, or if it was actually him.

I squeezed my eyes shut as I tried to shut the thought process away, only to open them again when I heard my phone buzzing on my bedside table.

We need to talk. Soon.

The fluttering returned instantly at the words and I knew then that I was damned.