“Give me your hand. Just give it to me.”

Jim whispered, sounding breathless, as he took your hand in his larger one and setting your palm up against his chest.

His heart was racing; pounding in his chest as a result of you suggesting that you both have an affair. It was so wrong, but he was still comforting you, and assuring you that he felt the same way about you as you did him. You were both standing much too close together for this to be proper, your noses were almost touching, and your mind was racing with thoughts of how wrong this was. I mean, you were good friends with Jim’s wife.

“Do you feel how fast that’s going?”

Jim whispered, his grip still firm on your wrist.