Trust Me Chapter 2 The next morning arrived quicker than expected. The fuzzy memories of the night unfolded. Pictures had been uploaded and tagged confirming that the night had actually taken place. She looked at his face on the screen, counted how many of the pictures were of him and her, where he had stood in them all and the look on his face on the later ones. It became clear, it had happened, she had kissed her best friend's boyfriend and cheated on her own. But it felt good. Finally the feeling of being wanted again. She had been going through a rough patch with her partner and almost felt like he didn't care for her anymore. Checking her phone all morning for any traces of contact, signs of regret or remorse on any of the social media sites. Nothing. On her way home she wrestled with the idea of texting him. She knew what they had done was wrong but she still couldn't stop smiling. Then doubt struck. What if he regretted it? What if he only fancied me because he was drunk? Or worse, what if he didn't remember it at all? Just as the fear and loathing began to seep in, her phone beeped. It was him. He asked her if she enjoyed herself last night and commented on how drunk they both were. She needed to answer this message carefully. How did she want it to go? She didn't want to put him off and she didn't want to be rejected. She replied in a lighthearted way expressing how much fun she'd had and reciprocated the question. They both skirted around the subject of the kiss until she thanked him for saving her from the stranger in the bar. It broke down the barrier they had both put up. He apologised for taking it too far, she told him it wasn't too far. The affair had begun.

Trust Me Chapter1 If she hadn't been so selfish, if she wasn't so damn insecure, if he hadn't said those things, then she wouldn't have lost her best friend. It was Halloween, the excitement of a night out with friends, costumes and plenty of alcohol buzzed in the air. Compliments from strangers is what she craved. She grew bored of friendly encouragement, she wanted more. The looks she was getting that evening made her feel incredible. Leer after leer at her well displayed cleavage in the short, low cut vampire dress she had chosen for the event. Not a word came from her partner, but the look of lust came from another in the group. She didn't know it yet, but he couldn't take his eyes off her. He'd prayed for this night since the day they met. He was going to take his chance whether she knew it or not. The drinks flowed, the night was alight with laughter and frivolity. On the way to bar number three, the group was separated, leaving the two of them unintentionally alone. Another set of drooling glances met her as she strolled confidently to the bar, if she was to keep this bravado going, she needed another drink. He stood beside her grinning like a Cheshire Cat. She barely noticed as she was approached by an older gentleman. He complimented her outfit as he talked directly to her chest. Slipping an arm round her, her secret admirer claimed her and scared the stranger away. As she thanked him for saving her, his hand slowly moved down her back and cupped her buttocks. She looked at him and coyly looked away again. A shock at first, it became comfortable and familiar. Before she knew it she was in the corridor to the toilets kissing him, hands groping him, knees trembling and stomach doing somersaults. Where had this come from? It was probably the alcohol and outfit that had spurred him on. The rest of the group arrived, nothing but looks were exchanged that night .o.