You slowly opened your eyes, smiling at the southern man beside you who was wide awake, holding you in his arms with a lit cigarette in between his fingers.

“Mornin’ darlin!” He smiled, his southern drawl making you melt as he grinned at you, his pale grey eyes staring affectionately at you.

You and Phil have been seeing each other for about a month now, and you’re surprised you haven’t been caught yet.

He takes a drag from his lit cigarette before kissing your forehead, pulling you closer to his body — both of you still naked from last nights... activities.

“So, how long before that husband of yours gets home?” He asked, clearly disgusted that he even mentioned him.