open to f/nb/m | suggestion connections: assistant, client, husband’s sister/brother, childhood friend, high school sweetheart, ect.
They had been on a dozen trips... maybe even two dozen trips. It was what Cameron classifed as “business trips”, running off with this person and pretending that she didn’t have a family at home. Of course she would Facetime the kids and make sure that they remembered who she was, but her marriage? Was she really in love with him anymore? She could never tell... all she knew was that she took these “business trips” with a grain of salt. They would end eventually, and she would get back to her life. But they had been happening for years, and she wasn’t even sure that they could end. It had been a part of her life and before she knew it, she was craving the other’s attention. Tears were falling down her face every time she had to step onto the airplane that took them back to their lives, never really knowing if she was ever going to get one of them again. And then a couple months would roll by, they’d see each other again and all woud be the same. Just a different place with people they didn’t know.
“Do you love me?” She questioned, coming into the bedroom of the large condo they had rented in the middle of some beach. California? Florida? It didn’t really matter to her anymore. All she knew was that sharing the moments with them were something to remember. But the question... it really came out of nowhere. They never spoke about their relationship, they just lived it. “I mean it. Do you love me? Or is this just... fun for you? Because... I think I love you. I think I’m in love with you. I think that... I’d consider leaving my husband for you.” There it was, all out on the table after years of them sneaking around and not saying one word about love or commitment. Maybe it was the wine, or maybe it was the exceptional dinner they had at the fanciest restaurant around them. But it was said and she wasn’t going to apologize for being honest.