**Another woman**

He was almost done wrapping the last finger when he felt her suddenly go still.

Her breath softened, and her body tensed like a jolt of electricity ran through her.

He felt it immediately, and his hands froze mid-wrap. He looked up, expecting to find tears, maybe another apology on her lips—but she wasn’t looking at him, instead her eyes were fixed on his shoulder.

More specifically, on his shirt. One small, faint, smudged red lipstick mark. Right there, just below ...