The apartment felt cold after Andrei left. It wasn't because it was devoid of his presence, Daniella told herself, but rather because he'd left under poor circumstances. As she'd said to Andrei over text, hindsight was a b***h. When she'd heard his car start outside the apartment block, she'd come close to calling him and asking him to come back. But she let him go.
If he came back, she knew she wouldn't be able to deny him again - they'd sleep together in the more innocent sense, and it would be infinitely more intimate than their current arrangements allowed.
Andrei made Daniella feel more alive, and she believed their encounters were as good as s*x could get. But at the end of the day, he was still Nik's father, still Eva's husband, still a man she'd known all of 1 week.
It was only
