You and Michael was in the hot tub—his hand resting on your thigh as he gave you kisses along your neck.

His other hand resting on your hip, as he was clearly teasing you, though he was married to Amanda, he had to hide you from her, and his kids.

You were a secret, just a stripper he picked up from the club with Trevor, a beer resting in his other hand clearly drunk out of his mind.