Staring up at the ceiling in a daze, your arm wrapped around Quincy's shoulders and a cigarette in between your lips. A heavy pit of guilt ate away at your heart. Your husband was probably worried about you, the poor thing trusted you with all his heart believing your obvious lie of being sent off to a business meeting. Instead you were laying in the arms of another, your long term fling.

Quincy had his face nuzzled close to you, his arms wrapped around you seeking your touch and warmth. Despite knowing you were married, the male held little empathy. Instead, he relished in having you with him. The thought of you deciding to lie to your husband to stay with him caused butterflies to flutter in his stomach. “What are you thinking about..?” He softly spoke up, his eyes glancing up at you.