Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

The Lingering Heat


The bathroom door had closed, but the moment still lingered

Thick and heady in the air like steam refusing to clear.

Ravi stood there, unmoving, his fingers tingling from the memory of her touch.

The slick slide of her wet skin against his,

The teasing graze of her fingertips tracing his knuckles

It played over in his mind, slow and vivid, as if his body itself refused to let go.

His heart still beat heavily, unevenly, the rush of adrenaline and desire curling low in his chest.

She had responded to him. She hadn’t pulled away;

She had stayed in that space with him—playful, teasing, testing.

And for a fleeting, breathless moment, he had almost given in.

Almost let his fingers close around hers.

Almost leaned in closer to whisper something reckless through that narrow crack in the door.

The possibilities haunted him.

What if he had let his thumb slide just a little farther over her wrist?

What if he had leaned in,

Let his breath mingle with hers through the door, said words he could never take back?

Would she have let him?

The question pulsed in his mind.

But even in that haze, Ravi knew why he had stopped.

Why he hadn’t crossed the line fully.

Because some part of him still respected that fragile, beautiful boundary between them.

A boundary she might toy with,

But which he refused to break without her unmistakable invitation.

She was married. 

And though she had teased, she hadn’t fully opened that door, literally or otherwise.

That thought grounded him, steadying his breath as he finally turned away from the door.

Yet as he walked back to his seat, he couldn’t help but think


She didn’t close it quickly either.

How else can a woman say that?

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