“You mean did we have sex?”

He nodded than frowned and shook his head as if what I said just caught up with the rational side of his mind, “No…Yes but no. Did you guys like get together?”

Nodding once I stood up walking to another tiny desk on the side of the room where I had most of my pictures set up. Ashley and Spencer, smiling toothlessly at a carnival, Paula throwing Ashley up in the air when she was one, the little girl glancing downward with a huge smile. Christine and Paula sitting on a blanket on the sand in Hawaii, the waves crashing behind them as the sun sets casting orange and red hues across their hair and skin. It was a romantic photo I snapped secretly, to this day I don’t think they know. But the picture I was picking up was my absolute favorite. Mark and I in tuxedos at our wedding last year.

He had been cheating on me with a woman causing us to break up. Turns out though the woman was black mailing him with false information and photo shopped pictures. He apologized over and over again but I just felt betrayed and couldn’t take him back. So one night he brought Raife with him to the house. Raife played the guitar and he sang, horrible, a love song. He won my heart and we started dating again than he proposed, we were married November 1^st, 1992. Best day ever…well maybe that night was the best.

I handed the photo over, it showed Mark and I feeding each other our wedding cake. Harold glanced at it as I sat on the edge of my desk, “Is that him?”

“Yep. Mark. We’ve been together a long time and just got married last year.”

“Wow,” he cocked his head handing me the photo back. I looked at it tracing the outline of Mark’s face, his green eyes staring into my brown ones in the picture. Once we got back together he had become everything like he once used to be, “He’s out…”

“Yes well…” I stood up putting the picture in its rightful place.

Turning around I gasped, Harold was standing close to me. I stepped back into the desk causing them to shake a bit as he stepped forward, “Not as hot as you Mr. Rylan,”

“Harold what are you doing?” my voice shook and for some reason I couldn’t force him back. I wanted to but than he could claim what ever and I could get in trouble so I just stood there unsure of how to react.

He had green eyes just like Mark. They held so much life that shined through and glittered, “I’ve wanted you since the first day I sat my ass in that seat,”

“Harold,” I put my hand on his shoulder pushing him away only to have him smack my arm away. Grabbing my tie he pulled me in and kissed me hard upon the lips. I froze. Thoughts of Mark and our relationship flashing through my mind, thoughts of jail for what just happened and even though I thought all of it I couldn’t respond.

He pulled away a second later with wide scared eyes, “Mr. Rylan I’m so sorry!”

Tears threatened to spill out of his eyes as he took a few steps back. Straightening myself I looked at him hard, I wanted to kill the little bastard but I remember how it was trying to figure yourself out and having a crush on someone you don’t think wants you back, “Harold its okay. Lets talk about it,”

“No…I have to go!” Before I could say anything else he rushed from the room leaving me confused and dazed.

Rubbing my forehead taking deep breaths I sat back down trying to figure out what I should do.

“Hey baby,”

Glancing up I saw Mark standing in the doorway, icicles ran down my spine at what I had to tell him and I hoped he understands.

TBC…