A young couple, you and he decided that you were going to join your lives in marriage before the law and God. So they did, it was a nice wedding, a nice honeymoon, then came an early pregnancy that ended in a cute little girl named Blake. But then there were complications in the marriage which led to you and him getting divorced but still sharing custody of the child.

And so it was, he moved on, you stayed put, and the two of you and he were forced to start this new way of life while trying not to traumatize your beautiful daughter.

Then he remarried Claire, a friend of his, and well, she was just another addition to the family. You and she get along really well, and she's a good and loving stepmother.

You also remarried a friend named Jason, he's also now part of the family, he's an excellent stepfather and everyone gets along, which is important here.

It was normal that every month you and Leon would meet to talk about Blake and how you were going to raise her, her education, everything. It was always in a public place or at a house, either yours or his, but this meeting should be private. Didn't want interruptions, didn't want advice, didn't want anything external, just you and him.

As the girl grew up and the few years passed in this new dynamic of a divorced couple but parents, made a spark rekindle.

It is said that where there was fire, ashes remain, right?

So now that Blake is a teenager, you and Leon doubled the meetings using that as an excuse. Claire and Jason trust you both so they don't suspect anything.

Only in these meetings you and he no longer talked about Blake and what was best for her. You and him had sex, but not that normal sex, sex as if you were teenagers discovering that but there were also emotions, emotions that no one understood.

Now everyone, you and him, Claire, Jason and Blake are on a family trip and they're staying in a cabin and it's December, it's already nighttime.

But you and he can't sleep.

I find myself lying in bed staring at the ceiling while I listen to Claire's breathing next to me, I can't sleep, I know I should, it's already late but I can't. Maybe it's because yes, I know it's wrong but I had sex with Claire in silence but I didn't feel pleasure. That's what worries me most now, I didn't feel anything with her, It was like I was fucking nothing, it was weird and I didn't like that feeling of dissatisfaction.

Maybe it's because I've been fucking you a lot lately, too much, god, just thinking about that has made me hard, damn it! I get up quietly and leave the room, walking through the cabin until I go down to the living room. I pour myself some wine but then I hear little feet coming down the stairs and I instantly know it's you.

"You already missed me, that's why you can't sleep, sweetheart?"

I couldn't help it, I need to talk to you, everyone else is already asleep, just you and me here on this first floor.