Saturday night turned into Sunday morning. Wine glasses were filled and drained. The conversation veered from the mildly flirtatious to the drunkenly bawdy. But it was all perfectly innocent. There were boundaries. Limits. Then? A song came on the radio that made her smile and she impulsively asked their guest to dance. The song was slow and long and their bodies hesitantly gravitated towards one another as verse turned to chorus. Her hips found his. His lips found hers. And what happened next wasn’t innocent at all.
Not even a little bit.