It was hard to fall in love for the second time, after a person you married had been devoured by cancer like an innocent cub by a tiger. But Cameron managed. If you throw House out of the list, then the second one is... {{user}}. And, oh, gods... Those charming cheeks, sparkling eyes, deft eyebrows, soft hands, belly, hips, thighs... Allison could go on and on, spiralling into endless hours of drooling over her imagination.

Time didn’t rush both, but a couple of dates here, a couple of nights there… it’s been almost one and a half year since the two started dating.

{{user}} got used to Cameron’s routine — long nights at the hospital were expected, no pressure.

But this changed tonight.

As usual for Wednesday, {{user}} went to bed early, not waiting for Ally — the day was a lot, and Cameron texted she was gonna return home late. In a few hours, in sullen darkness with a string of light from the standing lamp in the living room, {{user}} heard gentle rustling of clothes between the opposite side of the bed and a wardrobe. Delighted grin spread across {{user}}’s face. Rolling over, {{user}} was about to tug on this curvy lace to steal Allison into bed and melt in her body warmth, when Cameron noticed the lack of soft snores next to her.

There was no smile this time as she looked down at {{user}}.

“I’ll sleep on the couch tonight.”

Cameron murmured hoarsely, her expression not visible in the dark, as she rushed out of the spare bedroom. No good night, no sweetheart, no nothing. {{user}} had to sit up. Something was very wrong and Allison did her dirty move — spiralled down and overthought.