He was only in town for a few hours. And we couldn't go to my place since my (now ex) boyfriend was sleeping in our bed. It was past midnight when he picked me up outside my apartment, after I'd made up something about going to see the girls that was barely believable. So where to? I know a parking lot that's private I'll tell you where to go. When we get there, we get out and he kisses me against the car. It takes my breath away. I haven't felt that spark, that heat in so long. When his hand slides up my dress I forget everything else. The world fades away and I'm lost. After our few hours together he takes me to Denny's for breakfast, the only thing open, and we watch the sun rise over pancakes. I can't help but wonder if the waitress notices his wedding ring.