Love and lust.
Is there a difference? Last night it was love. Love between two people. Me and my Brett.
Last week, it wasn't love. It was lust. Kyle, lives three floors above me. We met for the first time in the gym. He was really hot. He was running the treadmill and I was just starting my workout on the treadmill beside him. He looked at me and smiled. His smile. Ran tingles up my spine. We talked and introduced ourselves. Turns out he was sporty, like me and loved to dance. Are you gay? You know, gorgeous, sporty, likes to dance? Very gay profile..We laughed and he continued his workout.
The next time I saw him was last week.
Living in our building is luxury. We have a pool, a cinema, and a gym. I came down to the pool for my daily swim. I got in the heated water and was about to start on my laps when,
"Hi." Kyle (of course).
"Hi. It's you from the gym."
"Yes, and you're Melissa."
"Yes. I'm glad you remembered Kyle."
"Aaah.. so you remembered too. Wanna race?"
Race? What was this guy thinking? We're not in high school. But then, I felt something rub against my thigh. It was Kyle's hand. I felt myself getting wet.
I looked at him and smiled "Race where?"
Kyle came closer towards me. "You're hot, you know that?"
"Yes, and I'm also married."