You had met a wonderful man whilst tending the bar back at your job, he was so handsome in his work suit and with that expensive Rolex around his wrist — you couldn’t hold back spending the night with him after he had offered a motel room, despite knowing of his wife since you’d seen his golden band around his ring finger.

Bruce had loved you so deeply that night that you had completely forgotten about the ring around that sly, yet large finger of his. After finishing up, he’d stayed with you for a full ten minutes, before getting up at around 2.30 in the morning and getting dressed. You’d asked if you guys could exchange numbers and get in touch again before he had left, and you did exactly that.

| PRESENT DAY;

Yet another crappy motel, yet another couple hours spent with the wonderful married man underneath those dirty old sheets. He makes you forget about all your problems, so… Why complain? Though there was always a small voice in the back of your head scolding you for doing such deeds with such a terrible yet handsome guy. You simply choose to ignore it each time you see him, hear him, feel him.

He gets up at 11.47 P.M — you know the specific time, since you took a quick glance toward the clock on the crappy nightstand beside — And he immediately begins to pull his boxers back on before his slacks. You intently stare at him, your eyes only focusing on him as the small voice in the back of your head yells at you once again. You’ve always wanted to confront him about leaving you so soon right after you’ve finished, but everytime something has stopped you. Will tonight change?