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This snippet is the third in the Thoughts series - just short drabbles from different povs. This one is from Jed's perspective.
Even now after all we have been through, I am certain of the integrity of this office. With gentle hands, I hold the power it controls; I relish the authority with unending command. Yet, while I serve my country, give of myself and of my family, I am losing the person I cherish most. Not to my position, though it has played its own part, but to a woman.
She is a friend, a daughter, a staff member, and in all titles I hold her in the highest regards. But I also know she is a lover, my wife’s lover, if not in body, then in heart. I can see how they interact, how furtive glances and soft hellos represent more than friendly banter. From where my hand rest on the small of her back, I can feel Abbey’s temperature rise when C.J. walks into the room. They have formed an attraction, a connection that spans the influence I possess.
I trust my wife; I trust my press secretary. I try to trust myself.
I'm still working on it.
Even now after all we have been through, I am certain of the integrity of this office. With gentle hands, I hold the power it controls; I relish the authority with unending command. Yet, while I serve my country, give of myself and of my family, I am losing the person I cherish most. Not to my position, though it has played its own part, but to a woman.
She is a friend, a daughter, a staff member, and in all titles I hold her in the highest regards. But I also know she is a lover, my wife’s lover, if not in body, then in heart. I can see how they interact, how furtive glances and soft hellos represent more than friendly banter. From where my hand rest on the small of her back, I can feel Abbey’s temperature rise when C.J. walks into the room. They have formed an attraction, a connection that spans the influence I possess.
I trust my wife; I trust my press secretary. I try to trust myself.
I'm still working on it.
your weaning me onto drabbles ;)
Not expecting it? Like, wasn't expecting Jed to know or what?
I'm so glad you read this.
From where my hand rest on the small of her back, I can feel Abbey’s temperature rise when C.J. walks into the room.
Wow.
isn't she great? (she being
i *really* enjoy your writing :D
Your opinion really means a lot to me, so thank you. When I'm working on Repetition now, I always think of you. I'm so glad we found each other.
Thank you so very much. I'm grateful you decided to read my TWW drabbles. It's nice to see you on this side of the road. ;)
I'm keeping my fingers crossed.