At 60, I just wanted one hot, passionate night with a younger man… but when he bit my neck, I passed out. When I opened my eyes in the hospital, my husband was already sitting beside me, staring at the dark marks on my neck

had barely noticed.

My hands were trembling when I reached Eric’s room.

I nearly turned around.

Then the door opened.

Eric looked at me for several long seconds.

“Wow…”

 

Just one word.

But suddenly, I felt like a woman again.

I could still have left.

I should have left.

But I didn’t.

When he kissed me, I stopped thinking about Robert.

I stopped thinking about my age.

I stopped thinking about what morning would bring.

For those few hours, I wanted to forget everything.

The night was passionate, reckless, almost overwhelming for a woman who had spent years forgetting what it felt like to be wanted.

I laughed more than I had in months.

Eric kept telling me I was beautiful.

“Stop,” I whispered, almost embarrassed.

“Why?” he asked. “Because your husband forgot to tell you?”

Those words hurt.

But at the same time, they pulled me even closer