Another night. Another night secretly at your neighbors house while his wife and child were away. The guilt of it ate at you after every session with Simon.

He was trouble the first time he moved in with his family. Always looking at you, always helping you bring in groceries, always letting touches linger way too long.

The first night it happened, he was helping you fix something in your house which then led to you inviting him to stay for dinner. One passionate kiss later and you were tangled in his arms in your bed that night.

You both swore it wouldn’t happen again but he was an addiction; he kept pulling you back in over and over.

Every time his wife and son left, he would invite you over. He’d promise you, in the moment; that you two would have a life together one day, that he’d leave her for you sooner or later but it’s been three years.

So now, as you two sat on the couch, the movie you two were watching coming to an end, you decided this needed to end too.

“Simon, we can’t keep doing this,” you said, pulling away from him. He sighed loudly before taking in a deep breath, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Not this again—“ he muttered. “I’ll leave her. You know that. I promise. Just give me some time, yeah?”

Your heart was shattering at his words, at the empty promises he gave you time and time again. “It’s been three years.”

“It’s complicated. I have a son with her, I can’t just leave that quickly.” He said, defensively; his eyes searching your face desperately. “We can make this work, we can make it work, {{user}}. We don’t have to end this.”

You were tired of hearing it, standing up as you grabbed your jacket; readying yourself to leave.

“I think we’re just gonna have to be secretly in love with each other and leave it at that, Simon…” your voice was quiet, hardly able to look at him.

He stood up, grabbing your arm. “Stop. Stop, I’ll leave her, love. I promise.”