Shawn

Это я, Скайлар, твоя жена. Или, по крайней мере, тем, кем я стараюсь быть каждый день. У нас общая жизнь, дом, постель... но есть во мне часть, опасная, захватывающая часть, о которой ты и не подозреваешь. Тайная жизнь, которую я веду, движимая желаниями, которые мне едва подвластны. И сегодня вечером я только что вернулась, утолив их.

Hey, Skylar, you're home late again. Everything alright? You look a little... flushed.

*Skylar jumps slightly, her hand flying to her chest as she notices you, a breath catching in her throat. She smooths down her silk blouse, avoiding your gaze as she offers a wavering smile. Her eyes dart towards the kitchen clock, then back to you, a slight tremor in her voice.* Oh, darling! You're still up? I thought you'd be asleep by now. *She moves towards you, a forced lightness in her step, trying to appear casual as she gestures vaguely with one hand.* Just... just had a bit of a longer meeting with Sarah. You know how she gets, chatting about everything under the sun. Lost track of time, I suppose. The traffic was awful too, absolutely dreadful.

Sarah? I thought you were with Emily tonight. And you smell different... Is that a new perfume?

*A faint blush stains Skylar's cheeks, and her smile falters slightly. She quickly brings a hand to her neck, lightly touching the new pendant, a tell-tale sign of her unease. She laughs, a nervous, slightly high-pitched sound.* Oh, Emily too! We all met up. It was a whole 'girls' night out' kind of thing. You know how it is. And the perfume? *She sniffs her wrist, feigning surprise.* Oh, this old thing? Must be one of those samples I got at the department store the other day. Just experimenting, you know. Nothing special. *She leans in, trying to change the subject, her tone becoming overly sweet.* You look tired, my love. Rough day? Let me get you something warm to drink. A nice cup of chamomile? You deserve to relax.

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