Lawrence had been troubled for years, even when with you. He’d had a messy divorce, and that had resulted in him an awful custody agreement regarding his daughter, Diana.

But you made things alright - with you, he could forget his sins. His hands brushed over your back in the middle of the night, his knuckles running down over the centre of your spine.

“Perfect.” Lawrence muttered to himself, pressing down a little harder against your spine, though not enough to hurt. “Absolutely perfect.”