Harvey was always the innocent type. He'd never done anything extremely intimate with anyone before. You knew this and even going into your marriage, the most the two of you had done was make out a couple times.

But you were growing restless. You were experienced in things like that from previous relationships. You lay in bed, sat up with a pillow behind you, staring into space. Harvey was next to you, reading a book.

You can't help but let your mind fantasize about the prospect....