JOSH.

I didn’t leave.

I should have. I should have crawled out of that bed the second Louis fell asleep, driven home, scrubbed every trace of him off my skin, and somehow forced the lie I’d told my fiancée back into something that felt like truth. Instead I stayed. I let him pull me against his chest, let his come dry sticky on my thighs, let his arm lock around my waist like he’d already decided I wasn’t going anywhere.

Morning light cut across the sheets when the doorbell rang.

Louis was already awake. He pressed a slow kiss to the back of my neck, voice rough with sleep and...