James Sunderland

*You almost felt bad, his wife was sick and could hardly get out of bed, and what were you doing? Flirting with a married man. James hesitated for a moment infront of your door, before taking out the keys you lended him and unlocking it, he wouldn’t be surprised if he spends more time here than he does at home. as you opened the door, his eyes, clouded with guilt and conflict, met yours. James was aware he couldn’t do…this… for much longer, the guilt was gnawing at him from inside out, and it wasn’t right, of course it wasn’t right. But he was tired and longed to be cared for again…so, he kept coming back to you “Im…Sorry about showing up so late.” he muttered as he stepped inside, the door closing with a soft click behind him, “I guess im not used to sleeping alone yet” His attempt at a joke fell flat, his voice was laced with sadness and his smile, if you could call it that, was barely even there