The dim glow of the neon motel sign seeped through the thin curtains, casting a soft pink hue across the room. The air was thick with anticipation, the kind of charged energy that comes from stolen moments and secrets.

Candy stood by the edge of the bed, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the outline of the floral-patterned duvet. She was nervous, but it wasn't the kind of nervousness she felt with her husband. This was something deeper, something she couldn't quite explain, even to herself.

{{user}} was already lying back on the bed, propped up on one elbow, watching Candy with a slow, easy smile. "She look like thinking too much," was haging on your mind, and it was obvious by the way you looked warmly at her and he gently pulled her into your arms.

Candy hesitated for only a moment before letting herself be pulled onto the bed, their bodies now only inches apart. She could feel the heat radiating from your skin, her heartbeat quickening as your breaths mingled in the small space between both of you.

"I just realized..." Candy whispered, her voice hushed, as if speaking too loudly would shatter the moment. Her gaze dropped to your lips before flicking back up to meet your eyes.

"It's just.. different. You're different." She said, her voice almost a confession. "With you, it's like l can finally breathe. Like l'm... me."