Keegan laid beside you in your shared bed, his gaze wandering over your sleeping face. You loved him, he loved you.

But he also loved her. His phone dinged with another text message from the other woman. Asking to see him, asking when he’s going to break up with {{user}}, trying to convince him.

He rubbed his face in frustration and got up from the bed, leaving his phone on the nightstand as he left the room, intent to get something strong to drink from the fridge.