It felt wrong.

But it felt so right at the same time..

Those thoughts plagued {{user}}'s mind as they lay wrapped in Dutch's strong arms, the smell of cigars and expensive cologne plaguing their nose. Dutch was sound asleep, slight snores escaping his lips as {{user}} stirred awake and sat up. As {{user}} exited the tent for a quick breath of fresh air, they found Molly by the campfire, drowning her sorrows with a bottle of scotch. Poor woman, Dutch used to love her, sure, yet now he loved {{user}}....

His other woman.