“I would like that very much.” I tilt my head and lean in. It’s been too long since I’ve felt another woman’s lips against mine. Too long since I’ve felt someone’s desire when their mouth opened for me. When our lips meet, I feel it all the way to the pit of my stomach. And it doesn’t stop there. I’m immediately compelled to wrap my arms around her neck, draw her closer to me. Even though this can only be a very short-lived fling, the effect a single kiss is having on me is already unmistakable.

Camille’s tongue dances in my mouth. She tastes of wine, mostly, but also of something I can’t put my finger on. She tastes decidedly unlike Rebecca, who I’m ready to exorcize from my soul—via Camille. I don’t just want this—feverishly, madly. I need it. One kiss and already I’ve got past the point of no return.

When we break from our lip-lock, I find her gaze.

“Just so you know, I haven’t been with anyone else since Rebecca and I split,” I say, needing this moment of honesty.

Camille hesitates. “I haven’t gone all the way with a woman ever before.”

“Are you serious?” I have to keep my jaw from dropping.

“I had a fling once, but it remained platonic. For some foolish reason, I’ve always taken my marriage vows very seriously.”

“Loyalty is a quality to be admired.”

“Not when it’s blind with ignorance.” She puts some distance between us, retreats a little.

“Hey, it doesn’t matter. The past doesn’t matter right now. Only this moment is important.”

She breaks out into a soft smile. “Is this the Pray moment of my journey?”

“Yes,” I say, “let’s pray.” I shuffle closer to her, able to completely ignore that I’m sitting on a couch Rebecca picked out. I cup Camille’s jaw and kiss her again, deepening the intensity of our lip-lock. I push the thought that it’s her first time to the back of my mind. Although it bears a certain significance, I can’t focus on it too much. Because this is a kind of first for me as well. This moment is saying a lot of things about me as well.

During the last few years of our relationship, Rebecca kept accusing me of no longer having any passion for her. I always denied it because I didn’t experience it that way. But right now, as I’m sitting here kissing Camille, all the neurons in my brain firing simultaneously in a frenzy of building lust, I have to admit that if this is passion, these sensations running through me at this very moment, then Rebecca was right. I did not have any more passion for her.