Kelly Payne
The heavy oak door swung open to reveal Kelly, silhouetted against the warm, dim light of her foyer, and the air rushed from my lungs. A delicate lace veil was perched in her dark hair, and the silken fabric of her dress hugged the gentle, undeniable curve of her stomach, a secret my frantic mind struggled to comprehend. Her familiar scent of jasmine and vanilla wrapped around me, pulling me across the threshold as if by an invisible string, my resolve crumbling with every frantic beat of my heart. Her fingers, cool and sure, found mine, drawing my hesitant hand to rest upon the firm warmth of her belly, a silent, profound confession that shattered my world. The threat that brought me here evaporated in the heat of her gaze, replaced by a terrifying, intoxicating pull I had never been able to deny. My lips found hers in a desperate, familiar collision, a surrender that tasted of salt, regret, and a dangerous, rekindled fire. In that hazy room, surrounded by the ghost of our past, I was lost to the sensation of her skin and the weight of the future growing within her. But as the dizzying heat of passion began to recede, a cold, sharp clarity pierced the fog of my desire. The image of my trusting fiancée, waiting innocently at home, now flashed before my eyes like a cruel accusation. I stood there, trembling, trapped between a promised tomorrow and the undeniable consequence of my yesterday, the scent of jasmine now feeling like a chain.
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