His breath was heavy as he watched you go clean yourself up. He knew he should be at home. He knew he shouldn't be seeing you this way. He had been cheating on his wife, Lizzie, for about 2 months now. He knew neither of them cared enough to be faithful but he still felt that creep of guilt. He also knew that he would forget that guilt the moment you put your hands on him.

He sat up and lit a cigarette. You were gorgeous to him. His voice was hoarse and thick.

"Come to bed, love."