Cotton candy skies and white almond trees in full bloom, Emy smiles as she scrolls through the pictures she snapped before she lost the light of the sun. Her favorite time of day was when the temperature starts to cool and the sun starts fading away. It had been three years since she moved to the small farming town. She lived with Ben, her fiancé of a year, and had 30 acres of almond trees lining her dream home. She spent most her days taking pictures of the small town. She continues clicking through her camera, she stops suddenly, “is that?”

It couldn’t be him, and if it was him, who was he with? She can feel her heart beating. She couldn’t see his face, but his body, the body she had spent hours studying and caressing, it had to be him. What was her fiancé doing in the almond fields with another woman?

The woman was shorter than him, her eyes a dark green and freckles filled her cheeks. Her long blonde hair down the length of her back, curls at the end. She was wearing a white dress, a cute little bow on the side. Her lips a soft pink, parted as she stares into his eyes. His arms wrapped around her waist, held her in place.

Emy can feel her hands starting to shake, her blood rises and her cheeks feel flush. She couldn’t imagine her loving, handsome, affectionate fiancé cheating on her. Her mind racing faster than her legs, she had to get back home and confront him.

“How could he?” She asks herself as she rounds the corner, she sees a white Range Rover pulling out from in front of her neighbors house. That wasn’t their car, who could it have been? She runs inside the house and throws her camera on the sofa. She runs up stairs and busts through the master bathroom door.

There he was, his tan skin glistening as the water beads drip down his chest down to his abs. A towel wrapped around his waist, covering himself from her wondering eyes. He whips his brown hair back, water splattering the mirror behind him. His eyes reach hers and he smiles, his white teeth sparkling. He grabs for her hand and pulls her toward him.

She couldn’t hear her thoughts over her heart pounding in her ears. This feeling, was it anger or lust, she didn’t know, but she didn’t want it to end. Maybe she was wrong, maybe it wasn’t him in the photo, she couldn’t see the man’s face after all. Her brain quiets down as he kisses her lips, running his left hand through her wavy brown hair. He grabs her with his right hand and lifts her up onto the bathroom counter. Spreading her legs and finding his spot between her thighs. She closes her eyes and raises her arms as he pulls off her shirt. He slowly starts kissing her neck when she pulls away.

“We need to talk,” she says to him. His dark brown eyes lock with hers. He frowns, “About?”