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I won't say he's a bad kisser because he isn't.

But even with him being a good kisser, it is like an old piece of wet, dripping tire is in my mouth.

I hate the feeling of him against me. I try to get the courage to push him away but, he resists, taking it as a chance to press closer.

"Stop," I sob. "Stop!"
"Sorry," he whispers. "I don't know what came over me..."
"I'm married. You don't just do things like that! You're not my husband nor will you ever be anything but a friend to me. I will never want you they way you want me to... just go home Rick." I sigh.
"Melinda?" Jim says coming out from around the corner. "Emma's surgery was successful. She'll play again."
"That's great!" I yell and run to him.
"What happened?" Jim asks embracing me, his lips touching the top of my head.

"Do you want me to do something?" He asks, looking to Rick who's sitting in the waiting room with his head in his hands.
"No... I just need to see my kids." I say hugging him tighter.
"Now that I can arrange Mrs. Clancy," he says, smiling and lifting my chin slightly.

And then he kisses me. It's magic, the way his lips connect with mine. It feels right, and somehow, among all of the dizziness and the clinging to him like a lifeline, something inside me reminds me of Rick.

This what he wanted me to feel, but instead he did something never to be reversed. He changed the dynamic between us in its entirety. But this can be dwelled upon later, because, for now, I need to see my kids.

"Come on," I say and kiss his cheek. "Can do more of this later... because we've got