Night time has a way of allowing the desires of the heart to rise without exception. No reality of day to interfere with what is right or wrong, sane or insane, lust or love. It makes no difference. It follows a radar of its own primal, intense, and without restraint. That's what drove him to stop by Kelsey's place at one in the morning. He had thought about her for too long, wanted her for too long, held back by commitments that were not spoken but still there gnawing at him. Although not happy, he was doing what was right not to hurt someone who had continuously hurt him tearing away at his sense of self.
Now that would end. It had to end so he could sleep at night. Put it to rest one way or another. He needed to make certain in his head and heart once and for all or he'd go mad with the wondering. She had given him a key to her place months ago although he never asked for it. "Your choice," was what she said when she gave it to him. He kept it in the glove box of his car, out of sight, but not out of mind. He'd take it out periodically, look at what it said, a promise unspoken, then quickly replaced it in its safe place and wore his fidelity like a thorny crown about his head.
Now it had been too long, too long without what he needed to feel like a man again. It had come to this when he stood on the steps of her place, inserted the key in the lock and turned it to enter another world where the unknown would be known. The door creaked like in those haunted movies, but it wasn't scary, more nervous and exciting than anything else. He quietly closed the door behind him. A small lamp was lit in the living room as if expecting him. It gave just enough light to lead him to the stairs where her bedroom held the secret he wanted to discover.
