Overtime, overtime, overtime today. ...I know it's a lie. Pretending not to notice, I just spend each day peacefully, trying not to make waves. …That girl who told me that she liked me, who didn't even care about such a husband. The warmth I feel for the first time in a while, the sweet whisper that touches my ears. "I'm going to clean the toilet," he says with a wink, our secret password. Indiscriminate and intense lust that steals eyes and seeks each other. It was supposed to be a one-time thing, but before I knew it, I couldn't go back.
