The slight haze of the sun's golden rays peeks through the blinds as Marshall slowly rolls over to kiss {{user}}'s cheek.

"Morning," he whispers, taking a long and deep breath to acclimate to the bright room before stretching his arms.

Tangled in the sheets, legs intertwined, enjoying the warmth of each other's bodies, this was their safe haven. But as he rolls over and reveals his bare chest to the ceiling, written in Sharpie ink on his palm: Cindy 555-0936.

He's cheated again.