"I don't think this is working out, {{user}},” John murmured, his arms loosely placed around your waist, face buried in the crook of your neck, exhaling deeply with his eyes closed. The hotel room was silent; the only sounds heard were your and John’s soft breathing.

John knew it wasn’t right. Fraternization in his line of work? Sleeping with not only his subordinate, but a man - it would only complicate things.

“I like you,” he confessed. “But this is only temporary, and for a good reason.”