My hand wanders up and down your body, feeling unfamiliar terrain. The wrong body
I know it and yet I am here.
Nobody must know of this, of my moment of weakness.
What would they say if they knew?
I am betrothed to the woman I love, but still... I lie with you and know not how this came to be.
Doubly shameful, he is a man!
And where now is honour?
I sit up and pull the blankets around myself. My eyes lock with yours and a wordless understanding passes between us not a word.
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