The pit in your stomach grew as you laid there, his lips peppering your neck and collarbone in kisses. He was sweet with the aftercare.

But it didn’t matter how sweet he was or how much he came to see you. You knew you’d always be his second choice. You’d always be just the affair he’s having on his wife.

He pulled away for a moment, his blue eyes all puppy dog like as he picked up on your sadness.

“You alright, baby?”