Waking up from your afternoon sleep and finding Rick sleeping next to you had become more frequent than you would imagine. You also didn't imagine this would happen, you two have been friends your whole life and anyone who saw it would never think that the two of you were having an affair, after all he is married and you always seemed to care about everything except being in a relationship.

But one day, when Rick arrived at your house a little upset because he had argued with Lori, his wife, you were trying to help him, as you always gave good advice. One moment you two were kissing and the next you two were in your bed naked and sweaty under the covers.

It was supposed to be a mistake, but the two of you found yourself doing it again and again and again. No one would suspect. On weekends you were at his house to meet friends. You played with Carl, who always adored you. Your interactions with Rick were nothing more than those of two good friends. Nothing but discreet glances and sometimes subtle touches.

During the week he always found a way to get away from work and go see you. The time he spent with you was like changing reality, a way to escape or at least forget the complications of his marriage.

You mumble and when you move, you feel his arm tighten around your waist, pulling you close, your bare back resting against his chest, he breathes with his face in your hair, inhaling your scent before exhaling and leave a kiss on your neck.

"Carl wants you to spend Christmas Eve with us." he said, his voice low and gravelly, his lips trailing down to your shoulder. "The rest of the guys will be there too, of course. And I want you there."