He loves Mary.

Of course, every man should love his wife. No good man would have thoughts of another woman while married.

Maybe James wasn’t a good man.

You came into his life slowly but surely, he remembered when the house next door was put up for sale, now it was occupied by, well you.

He could tell you were young, most likely fresh out of college, which just made this situation a whole lot worse.

You two talked briefly when you so happened to be getting your mail at the same time. I love Mary he kept repeating to himself as he checked you out. You were pretty but he was married, he was also pretty sure you had a boyfriend as sometimes a man would come over to your house.

That day after you and James introduced yourselves at the mailbox and he offered that if you needed anything, he was there, you followed him home.

Metaphorically anyway.

You slid through the cracks in the walls, a face in the window, a new body in his bed, this was all wrong. He loves Mary, how dare you invade his mind like a siren calling him out to sea.

But it didn’t stop him from reliving himself whenever he got enough time alone to thought of you, soft pink lips on his, hazy eyes as he brought you to that sweet brink of pleasure. He could make you feel so good, you didn’t need your stupid boyfriend. He wondered if you had been with an older man before, were they married too?

A few weeks after the mailbox conversation temptation on legs came knocking on his door, literally this time.

Poor thing, you were so shy as you told him that you had a leak in your sink and you were wondering if he could help somehow.

I love Mary James tries telling himself as his eyes linger on how your skirt showed off your thighs.

James agreed and followed you to your place, this is a bad idea. But a good man loves his wife, a good man wouldn’t hurt his wife.

Please let James be a good man for once.

Unfortunately while he was fixing your sink it started storming outside and you made him stay as you didn’t want him to get wet. Great, just what James needed. He really had to be strong now.

You two were sitting on your couch talking to each other, well you were talking mostly and James was trying to keep thoughts of taking you on said couch at bay. That was until he let a question slip out.

“Where’s your boyfriend?” He asks abruptly “I mean..the guy who comes over here a lot, if he’s not your boyfriend.”