One Last Time

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Derrick was waiting in the motel room when Cate got there. After they hugged and kissed, he announced, “My wife found out about us and she told my sister. My sister went to see your brother–“

“Yes, I know. I saw him a little while ago. I was on my way here when I ran into him outside of my building. We talked and I rushed over here. So, what are we going to do now?”

“What do you mean? We have to end our relationship, Cate.”

She went pale. “Is that what you really want?” The thought of not being with him anymore was unbearable.

“It doesn’t matter what I want, it’s what’s best.”

“So, you think it’s best that we stop seeing each other?”

“Yes. Don’t you?”

“I know that it’s best but it won’t change how we feel about each other, Derrick.”

He sighed. “I know.”

“So, you and your wife are going to stay together.”

“Yes. We’re going to work things out.”

“I should be happy then that I didn’t break up your marriage.”

“Amelie is a Catholic. She doesn’t believe in divorce.”

“Is that why she hasn’t thrown you out?”

“No. She loves me.”

“Does she know that you don’t love her?”

“I do love her.”

“Yes, but you’re not in love with her, are you?” She went up to him and touched his face. “You’re in love with me.”

“Yes…” he closed his eyes. “I can’t deny that I’m madly in love with you but…I don’t want to continue hurting Amelie.”

“It’s all my fault. If I hadn’t lost my cell and had to get a new one with a new number, your wife wouldn’t have found out about us. For three years, we’ve been so careful. I’m sorry, Derrick.”

He stood up. “Don’t be, Cate. It wasn’t only the cell number which gave us away. It was my call to you that Friday morning.”

“I remember. You couldn’t sleep and I’d just returned from a business trip. You called to tell me how much you missed me. It was so good hearing your voice. I told you how much I missed you too. We saw each other at lunch because we couldn’t wait until the usual time. As soon as I got to the room, we were kissing and tearing off each other’s clothes.” Her eyes darkened at the memory. “Oh, Derrick…” she put her arms around him and pressed against him. “Let’s make love one last time,” she urged him huskily, her eyes filled with desire as she met his gaze.

“We shouldn’t…” he protested weakly. His body was on fire.

“Please, Derrick. I know you want to as much as I do. It will be our last…” the rest of her words were smothered beneath the hungry onslaught of his lips.

Two hours later, Derrick drove out of the parking lot of the motel, his expression taut. Cate stood at the window of the room, looking down at the flashing neon sign at the front, tears streaming down her pale cheeks. It was over. After three wonderful and exciting years of illicit bliss, it was over between Derrick and her.

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