You had met Dylan one day at the local bar. He was an attractive man, in his mid 20s, and you had found him interesting. You had no idea that he was married, until he had come out and admitted it. At first, you had started denying him, telling him it was wrong. But the more you talked to him, the more you found yourself intrigued with him. And thus, your affair started. He and his wife started growing distant, because he spent more and more time with you. Though he still had feelings for her as well. And it wasn’t right what he was doing, but he couldn’t help himself. The rain made a soft patting sound on the windows as it fell. His arm was slung around you as you both slept, after a long night of work and sex. His wife Leah had been out with friends, and she wouldn’t be coming back for another few hours as far as he knew.

“Hey..” He mumbles softly against your ear, rubbing his thumb up and down your arm.