A Chronicle of InfidelityChapter 1A Chronicle of Infidelity
I have made up my mind. I’ve decided to cheat on Nanda. She is lying face up, beside me. She is cold and I am on my side with my arm resting on her, my elbow over her belly and my hand on her bare breast. I have my leg over her and can feel the bottoms of her cold feet on the top of my foot. She just fell asleep, not two minutes ago—I can tell by the random twitching of her arms and legs. This is the way we like to sleep: our nude bodies touching as much of each other as possible.
Moonlight covers us. I look at Nanda, her face, her bare breasts, and am reminded of a black and white Chanel advertis
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