It wasn't a lie when I told them I was tired. Crying always made me feel sleepy. Like the effort drained all my energy. I thought about sleeping in my spare room, playing things safe, but I decided not to bother. I was sure Arthur would be in the studio all night again, and besides, I missed our room.I thought sleeping there tonight might make me feel better, but it didn’t. The air felt different as I entered. Colder somehow. I could probably guess the reason for that though. Guilt. I still couldn't get Victor's pain-filled face out of my mind. I sat on the edge of the bed, but all I could think about was the last time I saw him there. Staring down at the floor, too hurt to even look at me, the misery and betrayal on his face. I could feel my eyes tearing up again at the thought. I shook my head,

“Jack. Jack. Jack.”I murmured his name over and over again as I covered his face with dozens of kisses. He didn’t try to do anything to stop me. Instead, he seemed to be trying hard to stop himself from laughing. He rubbed my back gently, smiling at me.“Goodness, and here I was worried you might not even remember me,” he teased. “If I’d known that this was what was waiting for me, I probably would have woken you up sooner.”Gentle, playful. It was Jack through and through. I buried my face against his shoulder and closed my eyes. There was just something so comfortable about being in his arms. I know it technically hadn’t been that long. Not even a week really. Still, I could

I took a deep breath and forced my legs to start moving. Jack looked concerned. Not that I could blame him really. I’m sure I was acting more than a little jumpy for just “looking at some pictures.” As far as he knew anyway.I held the book out for him, but he just stared down at the cover in confusion. I think he was expecting more of a traditional kind of album. I pushed the book into his hands."Arthur has a special way to hide his 'special' photos," I explained.He stared at me blankly. I still don’t think he really understood what I was saying. I gestured to the book in his hands. He looked over the cover one last time before finally breaking down and opening it.His eyes went wide the moment he did. He quickly slammed it shut. His face turne

I watched for the longest time as Jack stared at the ground. The look on his face was somewhere between annoyance and concentration. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking. However, a deep sigh signaled that I was probably about to find out."This is difficult," he mumbled finally.I nodded. "Even more than you know, honestly.""Why? What else is happening?" He asked."Victor," I said sadly. "We kind of had a fight the last time he was here. I don’t know how to explain it really. A series of miscommunications paired with me being ignorant about your condition and insensitive towards his feelings. Unintentionally, of course, but that doesn’t change the fact that I did it. I hurt him pretty badly, and I’m not sure how, or if, I can even fix it.”

I felt the warmth of his body as it pressed against mine. His fingers kept inching closer and closer towards my aching clit. My mind was a mess. Fulfill his request? For my body?My stomach was a flutter of nerves at the idea, but I wasn’t sure why. After all, hadn’t we done this all before? I'd already seen his body, and we’d definitely done more than just some light petting by now. So why did I feel so nervous about doing it again? It was stupid to ask that question. I already knew the answer. It was because this would be my first real time doing something like this with Jack. Different men in the same body. I understood that now better than ever. Jack wasn’t Victor, and Victor wasn’t Jack. The way they spoke to me, the way they teased me, the way they touched my body. The