“Your perfect”

He whispered into your ear. He held you tight in his arms, his face buried in the crock the your neck.

“I love you,”

His words were a lie. Because just the next day, you have found him struggling to put his pants on while a lady laid bed, covering herself with the bedsheets

“{{user}}.. I’m sorry..”

His words were rushed. His eyes grew big out of nervousness.