Sometimes a silly little idea enters your mind and just won’t go away until you’ve addressed it. Such is the case with this short story – An Easter Affair.

I know I have so much to learn/improve when it comes to my creative writing (yes, that’s my preemptive apology if you think this is the worst thing you’ve ever read) – but the whole story concept made me laugh. I hope it does the same for you. Much Love – H

An Easter Affair

He arrived with the usual crowd, careening into my house Easter morning for a day of rest and relaxation. But something felt different. Whether it’d been the effects of my recent diet or his selected perch in the living room, I’ll never know, but I couldn’t escape his gaze.

All day I tried to distract myself. I focused on preparing the family feast, cleaned up the mess from the morning’s baskets and made small talk with family who joined us for the holiday. But nothing could erase the pit of longing that formed deep in my stomach when I’d first set eyes on him. 

“Make him go away,” I whispered to my husband after dinner, who stared at me as though I’d lost my mind.

“All in good time,” he’d simply responded, wrapping his arms around my new, slender waist in a reassuring hug before playfully smacking my firm backside. He bounded out the with the kids without a care in the world. He trusted me.

But that’s when it happened. Because that’s when we were left alone. 

Steaming hot water fogged my glasses as I began to wash the dishes, intent on remaining faithful. I methodically dipped, scrubbed and rinsed, knowing as long as my hands were busy, my mind focused on the task, I was safe from my desire. But each dish washed brought me closer to temptation and alas, dishes cannot last forever.

Neatly folding the towel over the edge of the sink to dry, I turned around, stretching my arms wide across the clean counter behind me. And there he was, a stupid smile on his face like he knew exactly what I was thinking. 

He didn’t chase me. Oh no, it wouldn’t be that easy. If I cheated, it’d be all my fault – not his.

I crossed the room, closing the distance between us. Looking down at him, I edged closer and bit my lower lip, conflict tearing away at my heart.

Do I dare?

He gave no indication that he cared one way or the other, but I knew he wanted it too. He’d practically been calling my name all day long, his unwavering grin inviting me to him.

I ran my hand up his side and leaned close, inhaling his intoxicating scent. My heartbeat quickened and every sense in my body burned with the choice that lay before me. Without thinking, I reached for him again, firmer this time, pulling back a bit of the barrier between us and exposing his milk chocolate skin.

I slowly traced my lips up his neck and ear, taking small nibbles along the way. Tasting him on my tongue, feeling him against my lips…it sent me over the edge. What little had been done was already considered cheating, so now I was going to devour him bit by bit.

10 minutes later…that Reese’s Peanut Butter Bunny was gone.