Jack can't pretend to himself that he's not disappointed. Perhaps to her, but not to himself. He should feel bad about that, he thinks, but he can't truly bring himself to.
He does feel guilt for a different reason though. Guilt that he's here, betraying a trust. Sharing a bed with someone else. Even if it is his wife, what difference does that make. He tries to push it from his mind and just focus on there here and now. But that's easier said than done. It all feels so calculated.
He kisses her then. Kisses her just as much to try and focus his mind as it is to taste her lips. Something he wants so very much anyway. "And what would you like me to take?"
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Date: 2009-05-01 12:09 pm (UTC)He does feel guilt for a different reason though. Guilt that he's here, betraying a trust. Sharing a bed with someone else. Even if it is his wife, what difference does that make. He tries to push it from his mind and just focus on there here and now. But that's easier said than done. It all feels so calculated.
He kisses her then. Kisses her just as much to try and focus his mind as it is to taste her lips. Something he wants so very much anyway. "And what would you like me to take?"