Love's fire heats water, water cools not love.

I waited for klaviermusik to come home last night, and when she did, I made love to her with such a furious passion that I think surprised the both of us.

I suppose I have Adam to "thank" for that, though she will never know how close I came to betraying her. How could I? How could I let myself be drawn in like that? It was guilt that curbed my desire. Even if nobody would ever know, I would not be able to live with myself. I would have hurt her, and everyone who cared for her.