Your husband is an asshole. That’s a fact—he buys you things, you live in a huge house, but… The spark is gone.

It’s not wrong to have needs. You tell yourself this as your college-aged gardener, Leon, pulls up his boxers while flashing a smile at you.

“Oh… here. I got you something.” Leon rummages through his pants pockets, pulling out a rose. “It… reminded me of you.”

You know, you were under the impression that this was just a nice little hookup situation. He’s not in love… right?