Tryst

"His hands move to her hair, lifting and stroking it gently. She loves that he appreciates its lustrous bounce. But she loves it all the more when he carefully moves her hair to one side so that he can lean closer and kiss the back of her neck. A delicious thrill travels through her body at the tender touch of his lips. She has waited for this for so long.
It is wrong, but how can it be wrong to feel this way?"
An illicit encounter like no other...