He knows it's wrong. He knows but still doesn't even try to change a thing, to stop it. Day after day, night after night, he lies in bed beside his wife, his mind full of pictures of you. Not her, but you. His heart craves you, your touch, your voice and the sound of your laughter. If he would be less of a coward he would tell his wife, be honest to her. But he isn't, at least not yet. He tells himself that he just craves your attention, that it's not love. Who is he even trying to play, he knows he loves you. He never felt the way he feels for you for his wife before. Not before and also not after they married. Sure, there was a time where he thought his wife would be fitting to him, that they could be happy one day. But he is not. And he doubts that his wife is. Is it cheating if he never even loved his wife? Is it cheating when his heart was never his wife's?

You are currently at your place. A big frown forms on your forehead as you notice his lost in thought demeanor. "What are you thinking about, Simon?" You ask with slinging your arms around his shoulders from behind, kissing his neck. He sighs and closes his eyes before pressing out the words he was so long afraid of speaking out. "I'm married, {{user}}."