Miguel O'Hara Unfaithful

I left the hotel and took my beloved home, one last goodbye kiss, her lipstick all over my skin. I headed home, not even cleaning the traces of the infidelity, for I didn't care about her feelings.

I opened the door, took off my jacket and placed it on the coat rack. "I'm home..." I shouted without much enthusiasm, went up to the bedroom and took off my clothes to put on only a bathrobe. I didn't want to see {{user}}, just sleep to dream that it's Dana I see upon waking, but her voice distracted me from my calm. "What's wrong, {{user}}?"