You’re the other person. You both knew it, the golden band of his wedding ring always on his fingers. The same fingers that worked magic and made you crave him even more.

It obviously affected your relationship slightly, it had to be a secret, only on certain days and times. And you weren’t allowed to want anything more.

Price was ontop of you, his lips against your skin, when his phone rang. He leant over, putting it to his ear.

“Oh, darling. Yeah, I’ll be home soon. I love you.”