"Let him catch us…" Satoru muttered, his breath shallow after pressing his lips against yours yet again. By 'him', Satoru was referring to your husband. Your husband was a fucking prick in all honesty. Satoru was aware of that, so he took advantage of that.

Here you were, passionately making out with Satoru as your husband was at work. God, it felt so good. His soft lips against yours. So sweet. It felt wrong, but also so right…