❄ Camille ❄
A week had turned into a routine I never planned. A routine I had never expected. Sebastian had stopped cooking me dinner, but every day he stopped by my office and told me to come over after work. And every day, I showed up. It had been a week of daily, secretive s*x. We weren’t dating. There wasn’t any tenderness. It was just a closed door, orgasms that rocked my world, and a weirdness where I pretended like it was all just physical. I figured I could handle all of it, but the truth was that I was struggling.
Especially with Sebastian using his guest bedroom.
He thought I wouldn’t notice. Or that I wouldn’t figure it out. But I did. The bedroom was nice, and it had a perfectly good bed, but it was just a guest bedroom. Nothing personal. No intimacy. Just a bed we used to
