In the dimly lit bedroom, she lies next to him, their bodies entwined in post-coital bliss. But her eyes betray her, flickering with the memory of another. She had sworn she wouldn't, but the temptation was too great. She had cheated, and now she was torn between guilt and the lingering pleasure of her transgression. As he slept, she replayed the scene in her mind, the touch, the taste, the forbidden thrill of it all.