The small secluded cafe looked inviting, I rushed inside, to get out of the pouring rain, it was not a place I would have chosen, but I had know choice, my clothes were soaked through. I chose a small table in the corner, near the fireplace, hoping to dry out. I ordered a hot steamy espresso, I was shivering, I looked up to see a tall, very good-looking man walking into the cafe, he chose the table next to mine. He looked to be shivering from the cold . The shadows from the fireplace danced across his handsome face, our eyes met, my heart skipped a beat, he had the bluest eyes I had ever seen. He made a comment about the dreadful weather, I could not concentrate, I felt flustered, he had a foreign accent, sexy and exciting, he knew what he was doing to me, he moved over to my table, looking into my eyes, he placed his hand on my thigh, the rest is a blur, we left the cafe, hailed a taxi, an drove to our apartment, you never know what will happen, when your husband meets you, in the shadows of a small secluded cafe on a rainy night.

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