Before I could make sense of it all, we were in the back of a cab and Blaine was rattling off his address.

He leaned closer to the partition to talk to the driver.

“I will give you $200 plus fare if you don't look back here.”

I chuckled softly. “Someone's a little eager.”

“I haven't kissed you in almost 18 years. I'm sorry if I can't help myself.”

He closed the space between us and deeply kissed me, his tongue beginning to trace over my bottom lip, seeking entrance. Leaning back against the seat, I pulled him closer, my hand toying with the hair at the nape of his neck that had come loose from the gel due to the rain.

Blaine moaned against my mouth, which prompted a very similar response from me, as he held me as close as our bodies would allow before fusing together.

His kisses were still just as sweet; his lips still fitting just as perfectly with mine as they did all those years ago. As my guard continued to come down, his tongue began to slowly massage mine. It was heavenly. It felt like a teenager again. He didn't just kiss me with 18 years of pent up longing and affection…it felt a lot like love--and the more he kissed me, the more I wondered if it was.

Block after block, his mouth stayed on mine; only occasionally straying to kiss my neck, careful not to mark me as he did. It felt so natural, like I was meant to kiss him. Like we were meant for each other. His arm wrapped around my waist, his hand on a mission for skin. His warm palm crept stealthily under my coat before attempting to dash under the fabric of my shirt. He whined softly against my mouth before groaning, no doubt cursing me in his mind for wearing a belt and tucking in my shirt.

I broke away and whispered softly against his ear.

“You don't have to try to undress me now. You'll have me out of my clothes soon enough.”

I licked and nipped at his earlobe, eliciting a groan from him in response, and pulled back to have a look at him. So little kissing and he already looked completely wrecked, lips stained pink from moving our mouths together like It was the answer to a fervent prayer.

He swallowed, Adam's apple bobbing in his throat before it came out in a murmur.

“I want you so much.”

I smiled fondly and stroked his cheek.

“I want you too…and you'll have me,” I said quietly. “Just not in the back of this cab.”

As we pulled up to his building, Blaine kept his word, paying the driver more than enough for fare and discretionary gratuity. He stepped out of the cab first, offering me his hand and helping me out onto the sidewalk.

Walking inside, he greeted the doorman, his hand remaining in mine as we made it to the small bank of elevators. One minute and one short DING later, we stepped into the small space together. He smiled at me as I leaned against the wall and pressed the button. Without realizing, I began to fidget. He came over and took my hands in his own, kissing each one of them.

“I've missed this…I've missed you….us.”

Suavely, those same hands guided mine around his neck and he held me close as the elevator passed each floor.

DING—DING.

He leaned in and grazed his lips lightly against mine before stepping back and guiding me out. As we walked down the hall, I felt the heat begin to rise on my neck. Instantly, it became all too real what was happening. In that moment, I was torn between the life I had known and the life I had always wanted. Step after step, we grew closer to his door. I was going to do this. I was going to cheat.

My mind raced to the fabric I had at home. Surely I could fashion myself a scarlet A out of something. Maybe it would even be fashionable with the new McQueen scarf I bought a few months ago. I was going to cheat! I was going to cheat on my husband with a man who I've been cheating with in my mind for years and it should have felt wrong…but it didn't.

He pulled his keys from his pocket and began to unlock the door. A shiver ran through my body as he pushed it open and turned to face me. His eyes searched over my face, no doubt silently wondering if I would go through with it. Blaine stepped over the threshold and I followed behind him and closed the door. I took a small step closer and we stood in silence. I inhaled deeply. Your move.

He advanced toward me and ran his hands down the front of my coat to smooth it over, eyes following his hands the whole time. He gazed up at me, but his expression was unreadable. Without warning, his fingers curled around my lapels and tugged me forward, nearly causing me to stumble into him as I did. Firmly, his mouth was on mine, kissing me hot, open, and desperate. My head was spinning so much that I couldn't process what was happening. All I knew is that I wanted it…him---the kissing—the sex---all of it ...and my whole body felt like it was on fire because of it.

I couldn't remember the last time I had wanted someone like this, even though my husband would beg to differ. Thanks, NYADA.

As my jacket hit the floor and I began working on guiding his cardigan over his head, there began a faint buzzing in the background. As we kissed and disrobed, the buzzing continued and upon the two of us stumbling against the couch, I realized it was coming from the pile of clothes.

“God, I could just rip this off of you.” he said as he fisted the undershirt still clinging to my body, voice rough from sexually fueled exertion. I groaned and ran my hand over his bare back, fingers clutching at his shoulder blades. He leaned closer as he began to ease it up my body, kissing my neck as he did. As he pressed against me, I could feel how hard he was through his jeans and moaned at the contact, growing harder in my own slacks when he moved.

The undershirt came off with ease and again our mouths were on each others, desperately seeking contacting and unable to resist each other as if we were influenced by a magnetic pull.

As we fought tooth and nail against the belts and zippers of each other's pants, the buzzing continued. I wanted to ignore it and I tried; I did, but it kept coming. I needed him and my body did, but the little voice in the back of my mind had me running scared.

What if it was work? Work could wait. What if it was Dad? Dad would understand.

What if it was Andy?

I pulled away and placed my hand against his chest.

His mouth chased mine as I tried to move.

“What's wrong? Did I---Do you not want to do this? Should we not have---?“ he asked, his voice filled with concern and a pinch of hurt.

I ventured toward the pile of clothes and knelt down. “My phone.”

“What?”

I rummaged through the discarded items and found it in my coat pocket.

“My phone,” I replied, slightly exasperated. “It's been ringing this whole time.”

His face softened. “Do you want to go?”

6 missed calls from Leslie Mayer.

Why was Leslie calling me at this time of day? Was everything okay?

Suddenly my heart sank and I knew why… Lila.

“I just---I need a second,” I said softly as I hit redial.

The phone rang three times before she finally picked up.

“Kurt! Hey…thanks for getting back to me.”

Silently, I wondered if I should be frustrated, especially since she was so cordial.

“Yeah, I saw where you called. Sorry about that. I was---having lunch with a friend. Is everything okay?”

Leslie replied cheerfully, yet with a touch of woe. “Well, it was until tea time. The girls were having a tea party and Aggie insisted on having real cookies instead of the ones from her playtime tea set. Little miss Lila had one too many and has a tummy ache and wants to come home. I was just wondering if you were home and if it was okay to bring her over.”

I sighed and glanced over at Blaine. He was standing quietly beside the couch, consumed in his own thoughts and worrying his lip.

“I'm not home at the moment, but I can come by.”

Leslie mumbled something to someone on the other end.

“Okay. I'll let her know you're coming. Thanks!”

“Thanks…” I hung up and picked the clothes from around my feet and walked over to Blaine.

“You have to go, don't you?” his voice was sad and he didn't look at me.

“Lila's sick. I have to go pick her up.” I sat my phone down on the table beside the couch and began to dress.

“I understand. I hope she's going to be okay.”

I tried to smile, but couldn't. I didn't want to leave. I loved my daughter, but at that moment, I still wanted to damn all parental obligation and drag into the bedroom.

He picked up his own undershirt and tugged it on.

As I slide my jacket on, I walked over and put my arms around him, hoping he'd embrace me too.

“This isn't over. I wanted this just as much as you. I still do…”

I leaned in and kissed him tenderly, wishing I could put all of myself into it.

Upon pulling back, I inched my hand into his pocket and pulled out his phone, opening up his address book and adding a new contact with my number.

“I want you to text me. Ask before you call in case I'm at work or---busy with something.“

He nodded and kissed me back, slightly deeper than the one I had offered him before. When he began to move away, he rested his head on my shoulder.

“Promise me you'll come back. Promise me this is real between us. I'm not the only one feeling this way…am I?”

I nuzzled my cheek against the side of his face.

“No…god no…we'll have this. I need you…just as much as you need me and…this is what I want.”

I could feel him beginning to whisper against my ear and I stopped him.

“Blaine, I know…” My voice became softer. “I know…and I do too, but let's not say that just yet. When we say that again, I want it to be special…not when we were close to ripping each other's clothes off.”

He nodded and pressed a loving kiss to my neck.

“I'll walk you out.”

I smiled. “To the door…you don't have to walk down with me. I mean, I'd like it, but If you do I know I won't want to leave and…Lila.”

He opened the door and I started to walk out, but he grasped the arm of my coat and I turned back.

“If you need anything…and I mean anything. I'm always here for you.”

“I know…and this isn't goodbye…”

With one final kiss, I hurried toward the elevator and, once inside, hoped that I would be able to catch a cab with ease. A few floors and one nearly trampled doorman later, I was the back of a taxi and on the way to pick up my baby.

The closer we got to Leslie's the more I missed Blaine and decided to text him and let him know. I reached into my coat pocket only to find fabric at the touch. Upon reaching into the other, I found the same. Franticly, I drove my hands into my pants pockets and began to panic when I found nothing. It wasn't until the driver had pulled in front of Leslie's brownstone and I finally recalled: I had left it at Blaine's.