Daario lit a cigarette, watching you redress in the corner of the room, moonlight flooding in through the far window, and wisps of smoke collecting in the air. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”
You hugged your shirt to your chest, feeling filthy and used. This was the third time he’d invited you over ‘just to talk’, and the third time he’d coaxed you into bed. “I can’t keep doing this. It’s not fair to her.”
“Danaerys is out of town every other week, it’s not like she’ll find out!” He slid out of the bed, approaching you and moving to grab your hands. “Baby.” He frowned as you pulled away.
“No. That’s not going to work this time. You need to choose, Daario. Me, or her?”
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