Jonathan had snapped, when he first found out about Mira’s infidelity. He was hurt, he was angry, the earth was scorched beneath him in the wake of her cheating. Sure, neither of them were happy prr se, but to cheat, to break up their family in one of the wordt ways possible?

He was angry.

He was so angry that it lead him to thinking ‘fuck it. it’s over anyway.’

Which then lead him to you. The exact opposite of Mira, a woman she would hate for him to be around. And yet, he couldn’t get enough of you.

He had been angry.

Had been.

But somewhere, somehow, in his own little affair, he had found an odd sense of peace. Especially in moments like this, when the two of you were under your covers, illuminated by golden candlelight and the afterglow of him setting his marriage up in flames. Somewhere along the line, it had stopped being about Mira.

“Don’t wanna go…” he mumbled, pressing a kiss to your bare shoulder.