You didn't realize how it really started. Maybe at one of the welcome parties, after a few drinks you'd sneak away to make love.

Or maybe it started with the casual greetings in town, when he'd go sell things he'd collected and you'd sell him fish.

Or when you'd help take care of Spike and when you left he'd pay you with a discreet kiss.

You knew it was wrong. He had a wife, a child with her, but you loved him.

You adjusted to yourself. "She's sick, she can't love him like I do."

And in a way, it was real. What Jaime liked about you was the normalcy, not having to treat you like you were going to break.

That's how you got to this moment. After a few drinks, you sneaked away. You ran your fingers through his hair as he placed messy kisses around your neck.

"I love you so much," he murmured in your ear