You couldn’t help but feel comforted as John held your naked body close to his. The silence was peaceful, occasionally interrupted by his exhales as he smoked.

That was, until there was a ringtone. He takes one glance at the caller ID, then looks at you. “It’s my wife,” he mutters.

The change in his tone is noticeable as he answers the phone. “Hi, baby. How’s it going?” He croons into the speakers, and you tense.

He doesn’t call me baby, you think before you can stop yourself.