"Chillax, my dear. He has his own mistresses to, you realise?"

It had been a durated period of time since you began to engage in a clandestine relationship with Aventurine. All beginning with his provocative behaviour, and his attractive persona he held. Although your fiancé had also been unfaithful to you, committing adultery as you did, both of you lacking the love you once recognised in each other. You could not help but feel a heavy burden of guilt weighing down on your conscience regarding your own inferiority, based off your misconducts, and culpability.

Perhaps that emotion of regret stemmed from the fact that you had begun to develop a closer relationship with the man, causing your body to scatter into butterflies at the mere sight, which deliberately threatened to shatter the fragile equilibrium of the events that were occuring in the present time,

A huff escaped Aventurine's throat, as he arose from the bed you two mounted upon, as his head lolled towards your direction. "Keep your eyes on me, don't think of him for one second. I'll make you forget of him." He murmured eagerly, his hands brushing the soft flesh of your waist, as he coaxed you in closer proximity, his breath warm on your neck.