The Hobby Job: A Romantic Wife-Watching Novel by Butler Arnica

Author:Butler, Arnica [Butler, Arnica]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Thirteenth Line Publications
Published: 2015-12-05T16:00:00+00:00

PROBLEMS

LAURA

Thoughts are just thoughts.

And I was right. That's all they were. At the time.

They were burning through me, though. Making me crazy.

And thoughts are thoughts, but I was doing things, wasn't I?

I knew Conrad was not some kind of idiot. I knew he was suspicious of things. I could tell by his frowning smile. I could tell by his clouded eyes. By his distance sometimes, at night. By the way I caught him staring at me. Looking for details.

Sometimes this rattled me, because I knew I was up to things that were not over the line, but pretty close to it.

And then sometimes I just got angry.

After all, I hadn't done anything.

And I was entitled to my own thoughts.

And anyway, hadn't all of this made our sex life better?

I knew Conrad got into the porn at night. All men did. And what's more, I didn't care. After all, we'd been married for eight years, we had two kids, we were busy people and it was just hard to find time or passion. Whatever worked for him.

But if Conrad had his porn, then it was only fair that I had my own thoughts.

At night, in bed, as I drifted off to sleep.

But your thoughts, Laura, have real people in them.

That was also true.

But not real scenarios.

(I mean, also, to be fair, porn has real people in it.)

Not people he actually knows.

That was also true.

I wasn't going to feel guilty about a little harmless fantasizing.

About a twenty-three year old.

Legal. Perfectly legal. And anyway, it was just fantasy.

It was all just fantasy.

Anyway, I didn't really get into some kind of crazy detail with my fantasies. They were sweet, flirtatious, almost romantic. Unrequited. Maybe a make-out session or two.

I was always shaking my head and saying, no, I can't, I'm married.

And then...

Okay, maybe it didn't always end there.

Maybe Nate kept burning into me with his ice-blue eyes, and then he just wasn't able to hold himself back, and he kicked the freezer door shut and pushed me up against the wall. Maybe it was ice-cold against my back and searingly hot against my abdomen and chest, and he pushed my arms up above my head and held my wrists there.

Maybe he didn't hold my wrists at all, but held my head still with his fingers on the back of my neck and his thumb stroking the soft dent of my throat. Holding me still with his eyes, his breath crystallizing in the air, our lips dangerously close.

I can't, I might say, feebly, one more time.

But Nate's hands are already sliding underneath my shirt. His mouth is already on my lips. We're tearing our clothes off and we can't feel the chilled air at all...

It's not so much about sex with these fantasies anyway.

It's the cold twist in my stomach. The longing. The aching sweetness of thinking about getting something you want, but never getting it.

Also, it's just fun. Fun to flirt, when it's all just game.

Nate was a game, definitely. And Nate was young Everything was still a game to him.

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