Is This It?

Nestor wasn't looking for anything serious.

He didn't mean to do that.

It just happened, honest.

But she didn't have to know.

No one had to know.

Least of all the fox-like woman in the bed.

Or the severe woman in the colorful clothing.

He had a reputation to protect.

The fox-like woman was a one-time thing.

The severe woman was forever.

It wasn't a hook-up. That's so high school.

One-night stand? Maybe.

What was one little detour, anyway?