I had just taken the cornbread out of the oven when I felt his arms snake around my waist and his face nuzzle against my neck. He obviously had not shaved in a few days. His stubbly beard rubbed against my throat, igniting a trail of white hot fire all the way from my neck down to the apex of my thighs. Part of me wanted him. Another part of me remembered the pain and humiliation of knowing he had been with another woman when engaged to me.
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