Yes

I sighed and looked at her. "Rebecca, this isn't going to be easy to tell you. But you wanted to know and I'm going to tell you the truth."

She nodded. "Go on."

"When I heard you and your husband having sex, part of me was turned on. But part of me was jealous. Jealous that he got to have sex with you. You see, I never stopped liking you. Never stopped loving you," I explained. I could feel a tear forming in my eye, but I was trying to hold back.

Rebecca just stood there, listening to me as I poured my heart out. I figured she was either going to slap me or tell me to go home.

What she did instead was surprising.

Still holding the towel to hide her naked body, she stepped forward and kissed me. It wasn't a friendly kiss on the cheek or a gentle kiss. It was a soft, sensual kiss. It didn't help the situation.

"Maybe I can help," she whispered.