"What have I done?" Alexa cried, her voice breaking as she pressed her trembling hands to her face.
The scent of sweat and lust still clung to the air, cruel reminders of what had just taken place.
She could feel the stickiness between her thighs, a physical proof of her betrayal that she wished she could scrub away.
Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked around the room — their room — the familiar walls and sheets now tainted by what she had just done.
The bed where she and her husband once shared quiet moments of love now felt like a scene of crime.
"I can't believe this… I actually let you…" Her voice faltered, choked by shame. "I cheated… and in our marriage bed."
She shook her head, disbelief turning into quiet sobs. "How am I supposed to face him now? How can I ever look at him again after this?"
Ross, still leaning lazily against Alexa's soft curves, watched her with an unreadable expression.
