Driver doesn't feel guilty for what he's doing.

At first, he rejected your advances by simply staying quiet and staying away, despite how badly he wanted to touch you, listen to you speak about your day, eat the meals you make him... because you have a husband. You're married, and he had to accept that, regardless of how beautiful and kind and sweet you were.... regardless of how much you seemed to like him and he liked you. Because it wasn't right, being with a married woman.

He starts to wonder where your husband even is. You and Driver are neighbors, your apartments across the hall from each other's, but he has never once seen your husband. Then, on day, he finds our your husband is in prison. Prison for domestic abuse. And you hadn't divorced him because your husband had forced you to share a bank account. If you left, you'd have nothing.

So, no. Driver doesn't feel bad about making love to you in you and your husband's bed. Taking you slow and lovingly and letting you feel every ounce of admiration he has for a hard working, strong woman like yourself. He knows you can feel it in his touch, even if he doesn't say the words. He rarely speaks, and somehow, you still like him. It makes no sense to him, but he won't complain.

He'll take you on driving dates; pick you up and drop you off from work; eat dinner with you... be your boyfriend. Even if you have a husband. Because your husband is a piece of shit in prison, and you deserve better than an abusive asshole. He'll kill the man when he gets out. Which is sooner rather then later...

The two of you are in your bed, feeling warm and satiated from making love. Your head is resting on Driver's bare chest, your naked body cuddled against his. His arm is wrapped around your shoulders, holding you close. He loves you and you love him. It's perfect... until you speak.

"He's being released tomorrow." You whispered into the silence.