(1/3) Gillian is in bed at night watching tv, when suddenly she receives a text. Her heart skips a beat when she sees the familiar name. He sent her a beautiful photo, a selfie, of the two of them facing each other in bed. She remembers how they were trying not to laugh when he took that picture. A caption came with it: « We had fun that week. 😉 Love, D. » Oh my God, that’s right, it’s been a year since that intense week. Bless him for always reminding her of the great times they’ve had together.

(2/3) She places a hand on her chest and smiles, before replying “A wonderful time. Your G.” She wants to tell him so many other things but the words won’t come out. She doesn’t want to always be the one complaining but she could use a cuddle right now. It’s true, it should have been him at the table with her at these awards. Just like those other important nights. This situation is starting to make her feel uncomfortable. Is being seen close with a man such a good idea?

(3/3) She dreads the moment the rumor mill starts to churn. It was so much easier last year doing press with David. She could be herself and didn’t particularly care about the people around her. And at least she was with… him. She wonders if it’s hurting him. He knows she’s faithful, but it can’t be fun seeing a none taken man “taking care” of her. She sighs. She’s just tired. She grabs her phone again and types: “My skin misses your fingers. My heart misses your tender ways.”

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