When the four of us gathered together again, the atmosphere was just as lively as before. After all, they had no idea that my husband and I had witnessed their little private moment.

For some reason, though, Michael Anderson kept staring at my butt. A few times, our eyes met, and that tingly sensation ran through me again, reminding me of his nimble fingers. I quickly grabbed my husband’s hand and started walking faster.

"So, what are you guys doing tonight?" ...