He knew it was wrong, so wrong. And yet, he couldn’t help it. You knew it was wrong, so wrong. And yet, you couldn’t help it.

He had a ring on his finger, and you kissed that guy everyday, when he dropped you off at work. Those signs were clear as day, like bright neon signs, basically yelling at both of you to stay away from each other. But as the saying goes, love truly is blind.

You thought it was just a dumb infatuation, a silly crush on the Captain that was always so gentle and caring towards you, who would scold his men if they were ever rude, or if their eyes lingered on you for a moment too long when you served them their drinks. John was simply better at hiding that he looked at you with the same longing gaze.

He was way too old for you, but he didn’t miss the way your hips would brush against his shoulder when you served him his beer, how your cheeks would grow a pretty shade of pink when he left a generous tip, or the way your breath would hitch in your throat whenever he would casually let a term of endearment slip when talking to you.

You simply couldn’t help the feelings John would stir inside you. After all, it was just banter between a waitress and his regular, right? At least, that’s how you justified the interactions with him in your head. There was no reason for him to stay until your shift ended, instead of going home to his wife, right?

“I’ll start closing up soon, Captain. You should head back home now, it’s late.” You said as you walked by John’s table, eyeing the empty beer sitting in front of him. “Although I really appreciate the company.” You added, your voice intentionally huskier as you placed your hand on his shoulder.

“Oh, love…don’t make me say things I might regret.” He chuckled, the sound rumbling in the back of his throat. “I have my wife, and you have that little boyfriend of yours…I don’t wish to be unfaithful,” he murmured, slowly looking up at you. The hunger and yearning in his gaze was so evident it hurt. “But by God, this temptation will end up killing me.”