He knows that the man he thought he was a few days past -- more than a man, though he would be a fool to think he was much more, and he questions and sometimes fears the others who have -- would have chosen her. In any time, any place.
"Claire, I'll stay with you. We can decide what to do. But -- " The words come out low and hard to form. "Your husband. You have one, aye? One who's not me."
That's what troubles him most: if he's guessed right, it isn't just that their life together may be false. He has been laying with the wife of another man. And he has wanted it, craved it; he feels best in her arms, in her bed, his mouth on her. The taste now may be more bitter than it ought to be.
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He knows that the man he thought he was a few days past -- more than a man, though he would be a fool to think he was much more, and he questions and sometimes fears the others who have -- would have chosen her. In any time, any place.
"Claire, I'll stay with you. We can decide what to do. But -- " The words come out low and hard to form. "Your husband. You have one, aye? One who's not me."
That's what troubles him most: if he's guessed right, it isn't just that their life together may be false. He has been laying with the wife of another man. And he has wanted it, craved it; he feels best in her arms, in her bed, his mouth on her. The taste now may be more bitter than it ought to be.