Her smile and your fantasies play a duet, that will make you forget where you are

Contrary to popular belief, Michael Swift had never laboured under the delusion that what he was doing was in any way right. He had known from the moment he laid eyes on Julia that the whole mess was going to start right back up again, it was why he had been so hesitant to take the job, because there was now an important difference. The last time this had happened, he had been single, living alone, completely unattached. Of course, this didn't absolve him of all responsibility, he had been fully aware that she was married, but it left him with fewer stakes in the relationship. He could kiss her on the Brooklyn bridge without having to look over his shoulder. He could romance her in public, no worries about his wife seeing. He was free to adore her without the constant, nagging guilt that now permeated his every waking moment.

Michael wasn't a bad guy. Sure, he hadn't exactly planned on ending up with Monica, never mind having a child with her, but when he had inadvertently gotten her pregnant, he'd done right by her and proposed. And over the past few years, he had really grown to love his wife. The life they had created together, the child they had created together, it was all a man could have asked for. Michael had always loved children and his little boy meant the world to him. The thing Michael struggled with most in his affair was what it would do to Artie. He couldn't imagine a world where he was just a name on a check each month. An occasional visitor to his son, not a father.

And yet, Michael kept going with Julia. Despite his family, despite everything he stood to lose, he continued their affair.

Because he couldn't think when she wasn't there. Because when he looked at the redhead, his heart skipped a beat. Because every time they kissed, everything else ceased to exist.

Because that's what you did for love.

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