4. The Alcohol, The Music, The ‘Accidental’ Touches At the party, the music was loud, the alcohol flowed, and David was distracted, chatting animatedly with his boss. Mark and I found ourselves gravitating towards each other, our hands brushing, our eyes locking over the crowd. The air was thick with unspoken desire. Each ‘accidental’ touch was a jolt, a silent promise.
5. His Obliviousness Was My Ultimate Turn-On The craziest part? David didn’t notice a thing. He’d glance over, give me a quick smile, and go back to his conversation. His complete lack of suspicion, his assumption that I was just ‘having fun,’ was like rocket fuel for my transgression. It made the risk even more thrilling, knowing how close I was to being caught, yet being utterly invisible to the man who swore to love me.
