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That was a sloppy mistake.

Which I'm determined not to repeat in the future because one, I shouldn't go against my own words. I shouldn't fuck her. I shouldn't initiate it. I shouldn't move it. I shouldn't, why the hell did I do all those things.

Two, I can't catch feelings. And those things, the little gestures I did, kissing her hair, stealing a kiss, touching her body, all while she's asleep, no. I can't have any other feelings towards her aside from hatred. Or lust. No, just no.

"Aug."

Sydney's voice makes me snap out of it. I turn to look at my fiancee who's standing in front of me in her silk robe.

After the morning sex, Eve rushed to get ready for work as I put on my suit from last night and headed home instantly.

Sydney did text me about sleeping over at my place this week, which is the main reason I'm not keen at going home last night. I feel like I'm cheating on Eve if I come home to sleep with Sydney on the same bed after having sex with her.

"Where did you sleep last