Los Angeles, California

                                    

                                          
Once we finished packing our bags, Roman and I headed to the airport. I was off to L.A., the land of celebrities, while Roman was heading back to Florida. We took an Uber to get there. As we walked, Roman held my hand, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I was the most important person in his life. My mind kept drifting to Chris and how I would tell him I was leaving. I also wanted to suggest to Roman that we should think this through a bit more before things spiraled out of control.
Once we got to the airport, Roman and I were all set to hop on our flights and head back home. We shared a quick hug and went our separate ways right after they called for our flights. I slipped in my AirPods and played "Baker Street" by Gerry Rafferty while flying to Los Angeles. I imagined Roman and me cruising in a 1970s convertible along a country road, surrounded by cornfields, with the sun warming our skin.

After a two-hour journey, I finally stepped through the door, greeted by Chris holding a bouquet of vibrant flowers. He planted a warm, affectionate kiss on my cheek and swept me off my feet, carrying me upstairs to our bedroom. Gently, he laid me down on the bed, his face lighting up with joy at my return. "How was your flight?" he inquired, along with other familiar questions, as he settled beside me. "Did you have a good time?" Even on days when I felt less than enthusiastic, I made sure to share my experiences with him. Just then, my phone buzzed with a message from Roman: "I can't wait to see you again when we head to Canada for the WWE PPV in two weeks," accompanied by a cheerful smiley emoji. The text pulled my attention away, causing me to lose track of Chris's words. 

I replied back and said, "I can't wait to see your sexy ass too. Definitely looking forward to being in your arms." Chris got upset that I was not paying attention to him. Furious, he stormed out of the room and down the stairs. I got out of bed and went to the bathroom to shower, brush my teeth, and complete my nightly skincare routine before going to bed.

Last night, as I lay in bed, my thoughts drifted to the intimate moments I shared with Roman. It held a deep significance for me, filling me with warmth and joy. Meanwhile, Chris attempted to initiate sex while I was trying to drift off to sleep. I was taken aback when he chose not to resort to pulling up a porn video on his phone to push the issue. I gently told him that I wasn't in the mood, and I had my reasons. It felt wrong to engage with Chris when my heart and body were still connected to Roman, especially since I knew Chris wouldn't be able to bring me the pleasure I craved. Frustrated, Chris snatched the pillow from my side and stormed out, opting to sleep on the couch in the living room. I felt indifferent to his anger; my mind was solely focused on the connection I had with Roman.