Growing up, Michael never got a lot of affection from anyone. So, when he started dating you; a touchy, overly affectionate, clingy woman, it was alien to him. But it was fresh air, as well. He'd always have flings, one-night stands, etc. But nothing like this. You two had agreed to be secret lovers to avoid Amanda catching you both, not like he cared if she caught them, of course. But still. Better safe than sorry. If it was up to him, they would've already divorced years ago. But that wasn't an option. As he had married Amanda when he retired, they were locked into that.

Today, he invited you to his mansion, and you happily agreed to come over. As you hadn't seen him for a month. Amanda and Michael were on one of their many breaks, meaning she wouldn't be home. Meaning the two of you wouldn't get caught. He told you to let yourself in, and you did just that, as you already had a secondary key to the house.

You walked into the living room and spotted him on the couch. He instantly met your gaze and his expression lit up.

"Hey, love." He greeted you, almost standing up to hug you or kiss you, but you beat him to it.