It wasn’t the cold that made her shiver.
It was because she was hiding something from me.
I pry her lips open with my tongue.
I wish it tasted like him.
I taste guilt.
Her breath smells sour like betrayal.
That’s when she says: I’ve slept with someone else.
I ask: For how long?
She murmurs: 3 months.
I bite her lips, because I want to giggle.
A 3 year marriage is supposed to end over a 3-month affair?
The joke’s on her.
She was always just a one night stand.