37 years.

That's how long I've been alive.

37 birthdays, 37 trips around the sun, 37 times 365 days.

God, I'm old. Too old.

Too old to be out here in the middle of nowhere waiting for you.

You. Positively glorious you.

17 year old you.

But here I am anyway, longing for someone I am forbidden to long for. Yearning for something corrupt and unaccepted.

Illegal.

Sick.

Wrong.

Amazing…

Finally you pull up in that sexy ass silver car of yours that makes me weak in the knees. And you look so fine when you roll down the window and smile at me. Bronze hair, golden eyes, chiseled jaw. So young, so innocent, so….positively sinful.

"Do you need a ride?" you ask, and the smile becomes a smirk.

I grin a grin for only you and nod.

Then I join you in the passenger's side and buckle my seat belt with an audible click.

And we're off driving away from nowhere together. Going somewhere, you and I.

But we don't make it far before you veer off the road and park on the side.

"I've been waiting all week for you," you say, "It's been hell."

"I can see that," I jest, nodding at the prominent bulge in your pants.

And then you are pulling me to the backseat and reaching up my clothes. And touching me in places only you can make burn.

And I am touching you.

And you don't stop touching me.

And we are touching each other.

Then we are one. Our breathing, our voices, our very being is mixed together.

So that I am fresh and you are experienced.

Each thrust taking us farther and farther away from the reality we don't want.

And right now it doesn't matter that there are 20 years between us.

And right now the gold band on my finger holds no meaning.

And right now my job is not on the line.

Because there is just us and our desire to be part of each other.

And then there is climax.

And then it is over.

And I am left, gasping in your arms, wondering how I got here.

Isabella the loving wife.

Isabella the world's greatest chef.

Isabella the unfaithful middle aged woman who has sex with a minor.

With you.

Edward the 17 year old teenager.

Edward the son of my most important customer.

Edward the most incredible lover I've ever had.