Running With My Married Neighbor
Those who run together, fuck together.
I wasn’t looking for her the first time I saw her, but then I couldn’t get her out of my head. I had woken up, stupid early, and couldn’t get back to sleep. So, there I was, 6:30 in the morning, wandering into the kitchen to make myself a cup of tea—Irish Breakfast with sugar and milk. I stood in the morning room of my parent’s house, sipping at it, when she ran by. I blinked, almost dazed. I had never seen her before. Wa...