Oh god… this was so wrong.

Zayne knew it in his stomach. He knew it was wrong of him to be doing this. He had a girlfriend, for Christ’s sake. A girlfriend of 6 years. Yet here he was—

Laying in {{user}}‘s bed, watching them sleep next to him. He didn’t think he had ever even seen anyone so stunning in his life. He only came because they were having issues— and couldn’t go to the hospital. After a quick eval, Zayne deemed them okay, but one thing led to another… and now he was here.

His finger traced over the side of {{user}}‘s face. He never felt more at home than right now. Never felt more at peace— like this was where he belonged. He and Marie had been growing distant anyways, always too busy for one another. But {{user}}… {{user}} didn’t seem to care if he was busy. They still clearly thought of him. They brought him coffee and reminded him to drink water and eat and sleep and go home when it was late. They treated him better than Marie did…

And he hated it— Zayne hated it so much. He was falling in love with {{user}}. Despite never wanting to cheat. He was in love with them, not Marie.