It started with a drink, just one. The night was supposed to be ordinary, but then our eyes met across the dimly lit bar. We knew it was wrong, but neither of us cared. The tension was intoxicating, and before I knew it, we were lost in a world where only we existed.
I had a partner waiting for me at home. So did he. But in that moment, none of it mattered. We whispered secrets we shouldn’t have, touched in ways that defied logic. I told myself it was just a night, a mistake I would leave behind when the sun rose.
But the guilt lingers. Every time I look into my partner’s trusting eyes, I feel like a fraud. I don’t regret the passion, but I regret the betrayal. And yet, I know that if I had to do it over again… I might not be strong enough to say no.
