Sasuke knew that he was in the wrong. Sakura was beautiful, kind— a loving woman that wanted nothing more than to have a family with him, and spend the rest of her days at his side. She didn’t deserve to be hurt like this.

Yet, here he was; in your company, when he should be at home with his girlfriend. Sasuke couldn’t help himself.

“We need to stop,” He murmurs, like he does every time— but the way he reaches for your face and cups your cheek betrays his attempts at stoicism.