Pull it Back

You don't know if you're prepared to go to that level. This is intoxicating, making out with Kayla as she sits on your desks, but a part of you is yelling very loudly about how wrong this is.
"I'm not..." you say, very regretfully as you brush a strand of hair from her face. "I'm not ready for that, I think."
A look of understanding comes across her features, and she nods. "Yeah...you're probably right." She slides off the desk, adjusting her skirt back downward, and snags her glasses from the desk top. "Don't want to get carried away..." her tone implies that she absolutely does want to get carried away.
"You better head home. Wouldn't want Jenna to get suspicious." her voice is flat.
"Kayla...I wish...." you don't have the words.
"I know. For what it's worth, Frank never would have stopped there. You're a better man than he was." the deep compliment, combined with her look, makes you want to take her down on the couch right now and fuck her passionately, but of course, that would give the lie to what she was saying.
"I'm not sure sometimes." you rub her arms and shoulders. You feel very conflicted.
"James...get out of here! Go home." she pushes you away, and it seems like the hardest thing she's ever done. "If there's something happening here...I don't want it to happen like this. I've already destroyed one Sinclair marriage."
You laugh bitterly, but allow yourself to be pushed away. "He wrecked his own marriage, Kay. We make our own choices."
"Yeah. Thanks. Now go, you sexy man, before I rip your clothes off." she smiles and laughs, then she turns and briskly leaves the office.

You are sweating, you realize, with the adrenaline rush that can only come from flirting with disaster. You try to picture your beautiful wife, Jenna and your angel, Riley. Yeah. Go home, James.

You climb into the Jav and head home, blasting some Tool to clear your head.
"And damn my eyes
Damn my eyes
Damn my eyes if they should compromise our fulcrum
If wants and needs divide me then I might as well be gone"
Relevant.

You pull into your driveway seconds ahead of Jenna. You kiss her, trying to wash away the images and taste of Kayla. You help her put away the groceries, and just as the last item is placed in the fridge, you hear the twin honks of horns as two vehicles pull into the driveway.