Kylee Strutt - Fun With A Stranger - Real Wife Stories -

I couldn't answer. Because the truth was, I had forgotten.

I nearly choked on my wine. He was right. Kylee Strutt - fun with a stranger - Real wife stories

We took his vintage truck. The leather seats were cracked, the radio played static-heavy rock from the 90s, and the window was rolled down so the ocean air turned my hair into a mess. I didn't care. I couldn't answer

That night, I pulled Mark into the kitchen and turned on the old Motown station. I grabbed his hands and started dancing—badly, clumsily, laughing. He looked at me like I was crazy. "Kylee, what has gotten into you?" He was right

"No names. No phones. No past. No future. Just tonight. Just fun. We drive out to the coast, watch the sunrise, and pretend we are two people who have never been hurt or tied down. What do you say?"

That was the beginning of the most dangerous kind of fun: the kind where you forget to check your phone. For the next two hours, we talked. Not about work or kids or marriages. We talked about music, travel, the worst food we had ever eaten, and the best risks we had ever taken. He told me about the time he jumped off a dock in Thailand. I told him about the time I almost started a photography business but chickened out.

"You look like you’re solving a math problem in your head," he said. "Groceries, maybe."