Art knew it was wrong, that him cheating was wrong, but god, he adores you. You knew how complicated his marriage was. And he simply couldn’t be guilty. He loves you, the girl who lays in the sheets beside him, whispering sweet nothings, no other cares in the world.

“Do you ever think about how different our lives could’ve been?” Art asks softly as you lay on top of him. He presses a gentle kiss to your bare shoulder, and he lets out a soft sigh as he mulls over the question himself.