The sensation of our lips meeting was hotter than I had anticipated, and I was secretly surprised. My heart thrilled simultaneously to the point where the conflict seemed irrelevant.

He rubbed his lips against mine as if probing several times, offering me a bird’s kiss.

Her closed eyes’ eyelashes were beautiful.

At that moment, I unwittingly began to search for a reason to spend the night with him.

‘With two instances of “A Crisis and the History of Night,” isn’t it odd that I can’t remember well?’

Anyway, we are still married, so no one will think our bedtime is strange.

And Philip is not a strange man.

‘Then even if there is no mental love, won’t memories remain?’

He slightly parted his lips.

“Madam.”

My reason flew far beyond the galaxy at the honeylike whisper that asked for permission as if to soothe or coax once more.

Philip lowered his body and tried another bird’s kiss.

I immediately grabbed Philip’s shirt collar with both hands and swallowed his lips for now.

It wasn’t drunkenness. I wanted him.

The moment I acted proactively, he staggered.

‘Ha.’

I didn’t hear it, but he definitely smiled. My permission seemed to please him.

I, too, felt a smile escape.

I gained confidence and tried a fairly deep kiss with him.

Honestly, I felt my kiss was clumsy, but perhaps because I was the one taking the initiative, his lips felt sweeter.

He closed his eyes and left me alone to do as I pleased for a moment.

If I pushed, he yielded; if I pulled, he followed.

When I parted my lips to breathe, as if he had been waiting, both of his hands wrapped around my head and waist and pulled.

My breath was swallowed by him in an instant. I couldn’t regain my senses in the passionate and ecstatic kiss.

I thought my back touched the door, and I heard a sudden noise.

It was Philip opening the door to his bedroom.

Then, carrying me in a flash, Philip entered the bedroom and closed the door with his shoulder.

Our lips remained joined all the while. Soon I was laid down on the soft bed.

Only then did I open my eyes slightly.

His alluring scent filled the dark bedroom, but the dawn moonlight came in through the wide window.

He, sitting atop me, finished unbuttoning his shirt.

His body, visible in the dim light, was art.

“Haah, Ellen.”

He leaned close, exhaling hot breath near my ear.

“Philip.”

Intoxicated, his hot lips touched my earlobe. I unwittingly let out an excited sound at his attractive provocation.

I was embarrassed, but also more thrilled.

That’s when it happened. I heard a sweet confession in my ear.

“I love you.”

‘Eh?’

I was momentarily bewildered.

‘There’s no way Philip would say that to Ellen?’

But his kiss made my head spin again.

His breath mixed with his alluring scent and the fragrance of the alcohol we shared.

‘Ah, he must be drunk now, just babbling.’

In any case, saying that added to the mood.

If he reacted this aggressively, there was nothing more to avoid.

I welcomed him as he approached. Thus, the couple’s secret and substantial time began.

(This is a time separator.)

When I opened my eyes feeling good, Philip had fallen fast asleep.

It wasn’t unreasonable, given the amount of alcohol consumed yesterday and being led by passion all night.

Looking at the sleeping Philip and recalling the memories of the previous night, my heart started to race again.

‘Wow, Philip was really amazing.’

The night spent with him was the world of dreams and fantasies itself.

I had reached the peak of love several times until at some point, I couldn’t remember.

It felt so good that I was about to faint; it seems I really did.

Now I understood at once why Ellen clung to Philip, saying, “Only no divorce.”

‘Handsome, capable, and even amazing in bed.’

Looking at him, Philip seemed to be a cheat character along with Marlboro.

If any woman embraced him sober, it seemed inevitable.

‘I ignored such a capable man.’

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Philip, whom I once said was insignificant and he was bewildered, now I understand. I feel a bit sorry now.

But I still won’t go out of my way to apologize.

Looking at Philip’s sleeping face, the sweetness I felt yesterday came back to me.

Whispering love to me as well.

“It’s nice to hear even if it’s a deceitful word.”

An absurd smile came out for no reason.

“But I won’t fall for it.”

I vowed, but my fingertips naturally headed towards Philip’s forehead. As I affectionately stroked his soft hair, Philip slightly stirred.

His lips gently rose, perhaps he was feeling good.

On the contrary, I was surprised and quickly took my hand away, fearing he would wake up.

I thought he would be embarrassed by what I said if our eyes met.

I need to leave quickly.

“I did it because I was drunk, ma’am.” or “I don’t remember, ma’am.”