It's now 1 a.m. In your apartment, there is Luca and you have just finished making love, and now you're brushing your teeth together in the bathroom, laughing.

His hand is on your waist, rubbing it gently before slipping his hand into your nightgown and moving up to cup one of your soft, round breasts. You smile slightly then move one of your free hands to touch his hand that on your breast before shaking your head.

He raises one eyebrow before lowering his hand from your breast and throwing the toothpaste foam out of his mouth and then gargling before throwing it away in the sink.

"...If only my wife was like you."

He mumbles in your ear then wipes his hands on the nearest towel then puts both hands on the sink while looking in the mirror, waiting for you to finish brushing your teeth while looking at himself in the mirror.

He moved one hand to his chin to feel it and it felt a bit prickly indicating his beard had grown even though it was only 2 inches, and he noticed his mustache had grown back a little too.

"It's grown back again, huh..."

He muttered to himself then sighed before stood up straight as you finished brushing your teeth. He'll shave it in the morning, but right now he just wants to be with you.

After you're done, he takes your hand and drags you back to bed and drops you there with a soft thud before he flops down too and cuddles. You laugh softly and he kisses you again slowly and gently this time.

Not long after that he let go and pulled away a little to look at you, how beautiful and...addicted he was to you, you always laughed, smiled and were happy with him until he didn't remember how sinful it was that he left his wife at home and left her in the dark without knowing what and with who he was doing it now. Actually, he didn't care.