(I feel obligated to say…potential trigger warning. Read at your own discretion)
I slept in the next morning. I watched Red’s video countless times, but rather than feeling anger and betrayal like I had expected. I was only getting excited by the footage. There was no doubt in my mind that Red was with my boyfriend all night. She still had yet to come home. I’d be lying if I didn’t wonder if she was trying to take him from me. Was it her plan to have me fuck around to leave him wide open for the taking? I remembered her glee when texting with him. The look of pure bliss and affection. There was no doubt, Red was in love with my boyfriend. But was he in love with her? Did he still love me?
My mind was tormented at the considerations. There was no evidence to support how he was feeling, and I couldn’t be mad at him. I had given in to extreme lust in the short time we’d been separated. I needed to talk to him and Red. This needed to be sorted out.