Taking the Edge Off – Part 2

‘I’m sorry, sweetheart,’ she said after letting him cling to her a while. The clock struck eleven at night and the house was otherwise shrouded in quiet darkness. ‘I’m glad you don’t hate me.’

‘Never!’

‘It’s been a long time coming but we really should talk. Please?’

‘I don’t think I can right now,’ he said, wiping the wet from his blurred eyes.

‘It doesn’t have to be now,’ she disarmed, ‘no pressure; I think you’ve had enough. How about a coffee to neaten you up a little?’

‘You look tired Michael so let’s not torture each other,’ Karen said. The clock now struck midnight. They had made small talk about the things that had happened around them. ‘I just want to make it quick. What we did is in the past, but I didn’t realise it would cause such high emotions. But we’re both hormonal people so I suppose I overlooked the odds in that respect. But where we could have done it better, we got carried away with our own lives and I think that got in the way. I’m sorry, you know I love you. It won’t happen again. At least tell me how you’re feeling.’