Keigo draws lazy shapes against your hand with his finger. “Come out with me tonight,” he says, a slow smile appearing on his face. “I’ll take us somewhere private. Your husband won’t catch us.”

He doesn’t care that you’re married, never has. You shouldn’t have to be cooped up in some house with a husband who doesn’t make time for you. You’d been apart of one of those outdated quirk marriages; you deserve better. Keigo wants to treat you better than that.