At 60, I just wanted one hot, passionate night with a younger man… but when he bit my neck, I passed out. When I opened my eyes in the hospital, my husband was already sitting beside me, staring at the dark marks on my neck ;TAN

And I thought:

No. I’m not going to do this.

That night, I tried one last time.

I moved closer to Robert in bed.

I rested my head against his chest.

I kissed him.

He gently pulled away.

“Linda, please. I’m really tired tonight.”

Something inside me broke.

Two days later, I was standing inside a hotel elevator.

I was wearing a dark dress.

Underneath it was the same red lingerie my husband had barely noticed.

My hands were trembling when I reached Eric’s room.

I nearly turned around.

Then the door opened.

Eric looked at me for several long seconds.

“Wow…”

Just one word.

But suddenly, I felt like a woman again.

I could still have left.

I should have left.

But I didn’t.

When he kissed me, I stopped thinking about Robert.

I stopped thinking about my age.

I stopped