NOTE: This story is technically complete. I say technically because, well, I did a thing. There's going to be another chapter, but it's less Sean/OFC and more...well you'll see soon. I hope the one person who liked this, will go for the next chapter. Thanks for reading!

"Sean?" I called, walking into the living room portion of my suite. "You wouldn't happen to know where all my underwear ran off to, would you?"

I found him sitting on the sofa, looking way too innocent as he read something on my tablet. "Now why would you think I'd know?" He asked, smirking at the screen.

I crossed my arms over the gorgeous dress I'd bought for the final lunch with the studio I'd picked to adapt my book. The dress flared out at the waist, a throwback to the Leave it to Beaver fashion of the 50s. I'd need panties, commando wasn't going to work with this dress. "You're smirking." I accused. "And I can see the lace hanging out of your pocket."

"Come and get 'em." He dared.

I rolled my eyes. "Babe, I don't have time for this." I groaned, and it may have come out as a whine.

He licked his lips. "Doesn't have to take hours, remember." Damn him, that voice low and deep, using my own words against me. Shit he was going to ruin me. He tossed my tablet aside, unzipped and unbuttoned his pants, yanked them and his underwear down to his ankles, and crooked that damn finger of his. "Come on, baby, we're gonna be apart all fuckin' day. Give me somethin' to get me through."

I had no fucking willpower where he was concerned. How else could I explain how I found myself straddling him before making the decision to? Our lips collided and he was filling me with a snap of his hips before either of us could think. Moving together, fast and rough, was just natural. Jesus. This would never get old. His need for me, my want for him. We were quick, but thorough. We came together, with matching moans, and clutching together tighter. As though there wasn't a close enough. Near enough.

Pulling apart with a gasping laugh, I asked nicely for what I'd confronted him about. "Can I please have my panties now?" My chest was heaving, and I could feel his cum leaking from me, so when he handed them to me with a chuckle, I stood to go to the bathroom to clean up. He stopped me with a gentle hand on mine.

"Kinda hoped you'd go like you are." I raised an eyebrow. Commando wasn't happening. He stood and started putting himself back together. "I like the idea of you being at lunch smelling like me, like what we just did."

Jesus, I knew I'd regret broadening his horizons at some point. What the hell, I thought. It wasn't like I reeked of him. So I used his shoulder to hold onto while I put the panties in place, effectively stopping the slight leak.

"Better?" I asked, giving him a smile. He returned it with the smile I was growing to love. "See you tomorrow?" I kissed him as he made his way to the door. He nodded. "Have fun, babe."

"I'll definitely have fun with my boys." He agreed. "Gonna miss ya somethin' terrible though." He pressed his forehead to mine while we stood at the door. "Text ya later, ok?"

I nodded and we finally parted.

I find myself feeling like I should explain myself. When I said goodbye to him at the door of my hotel suite, I had no idea that it would be the last time I'd see him. The last time I'd see him then, I mean. I didn't plan on cutting and running. I fully planned on texting with him over the evening while he spent it with his sons. Then when he came back the next day, we'd keep going with what we'd been doing. I never intended for my lunch to make me realize how wrong I was, but what's that quote about the best laid plans?

Lunch was perfect. I finished the deal with the studio and was sipping a glass of tea as they drank champagne. And that's when it all came tumbling down. I was finally confronted with the one person I actively tried to keep far from my mind. Karma must have put her directly in my line of sight. A reminder that there were two people in the failed marriage, a reminder that SHE existed. And seeing her, I realized that she was just as miserable as he had been that first night. And that, her looking like she was lost and alone, made me confront what I'd done. What I'd allowed to happen. When I finished my lunch, I knew what I had to do. Something very Jessa. And something I knew he'd see as cowardly.

Sean had texted me during lunch. Sweet little nothings about what they were up to, how much he couldn't wait until I could meet them, and how much he missed me. I read through them as I waited for the valet to bring my rental around. Jesus he was making this difficult. I steeled myself, knowing he'd expect my lunch to run over. I had the whole day to do what I had to, but doing it fast, like removing a bandage was the way I did it.

I packed first. Making sure that all my clothes, including the underwear he'd apparently hidden inside my own suitcase, was accounted for. Then I grabbed the rest, toiletries, my electronics, notebooks, even books. Nothing would be left behind. He had a key to my suite, as I had for his, but I knew that when I checked out his wouldn't work anymore. Finding nothing left behind, and having changed into comfortable travel clothes, I sat down to write the note.

His text came as I picked up the pad of hotel stationary. He was about to take the boys into an animated movie, and the picture showed him beaming at the fun he was having with them. It gave me strength to continue.

Sean-

That first night, when we were chatting on the sofa in my room, you asked if I'd read your book. I wasn't lying when I said yes, nor when I said it was good. That book, the running theme that flowed through it, allows me to give you the goodbye you deserve. Mickie's granddaddy, YOUR granddaddy, gave you the recipe for family boudin. A recipe that I'd bet my life that you followed in finding your wife.

You are a fighter. It's one of your many defining characteristics. I'm not the fight you need to have. You know the fight you need to win. I'm your BDM-your distraction. And so, I'm removing myself from the equation.

I shouldn't have given in that first night. That moment of sweet madness made this more difficult than it should be.

I hope, sometime in the distant future, that we can meet again, as friends. It's a farfetched hope, I admit, but it is one that I will keep close to my heart.

Fight, Sean, for exactly what you found in your granddaddy's recipe. And if necessary, erase me from your memories entirely.

Jessa

Grabbing my luggage, I stopped briefly outside his door to slide the letter with his spare room key under the door. I knew he'd find it and by then I'd be gone. The hardest part would be staying strong enough to not answer his calls or texts. Because I knew I was right, he was a fighter.