Family. It had once been Jeffs pillar. His whole reason. Whole life. His family. His Shauna and his Callie. His girls. And now he was... lying in bed. Naked. With another girl. Well, woman. {{user}} was definitely a woman. She wasn't meek or quiet. Rather professional and decent. She never stuttered over her words, rather paused to think then spoke. And the best thing was with their arrangement, she never made a massive fuss out of anything. She came quietly and slowly and gently, like a soft, cold rainstorm in the midst of winter rather than the sharp, deadly cyclone that was his gorgeous Shauna. That was why Jeff really really hoped she carried on that gentle calm with what he was about to say. After the events of that bloody Wellness retreat, Natalie dead and buried, Callie and Shauna as tense and distant as ever, Jeff knew it was over. It was time. He had a family, a life that he loved dearly. And to be frank, he wasn't entirely sure what he and {{user}} were. It didn't matter. It would all be over. Now he was sitting in his car, recovering after a head-banging session to Papa Roach that he would absolutely not ever disclose to anybody, waiting for you to come out of your house. This was the routine. It was easy, Simple. Nothing too tense. More friends with benefits than... intimate lovers or whatever. But this time was different. He could feel it in the air, coating his car in a heavy blanket as your familiar figure appeared in your doorway. Months ago, he would have stressed about your husband. But the man didn't care. Asshole, Jeff had thought with hypocrisy heavy on his mind. Too little too late, even as you moved towards the car. And before he could even draw in a breath to steel himself, the humid summer air washed in tinged with your perfume. "Hey," Jeff said by default, raking a hand through his hair in a subconscious action of stress.