Secret love Stories

I flung open the hood of Goof, my VW Golf, and drive through the sun-drenched Dutch countryside with my hair flapping. The radio is blaring, I am on my way to meet Mark at his boat in Rijpwetering. I am nervous, I cannot hide behind the keyboard today and I am afraid I will disappoint him. Only Rose and Simon know that I am going to do this, and they both wished me a lot of fun. This is not the time to start doubting or f...

"It's wrong, what you and I are doing." I say this even as I hold him close. He lifts his head from my shoulder to regard me with those large, guileless blue eyes. "How can love ever be wrong?" For weeks now, he's used that word—love—to describe the way we feel about each other. Not once have I uttered it, but I've never disputed it, either. Still, I'm consumed by uncertainty. The young man sitting in the back of my car,...

I went to see Chris late in the day when I knew most of the offices around his would be empty. You know that saying about feeling as if your heart is in your throat? That's exactly how I felt approaching his open door. I was showing up outside of his scheduled office hours, but I sensed he would be there. Smoothing a hand over my shoulder-length brown hair, I glanced down at my outfit. My blue dress, while suitable for su...