Hazel

A spark ignited when Adam's desire mirrored my own. Remember that longing look in the car? It was back, fueling a fire I'd been desperately trying to control. Every touch, every glance between us sent shivers down my spine. Even the knowledge of my marriage couldn't hold back the tide.

Then, he emerged from the bathroom – a vision of damp curls and raw want, a stark contrast to the cool marble floor. At that moment, the dam broke. I needed to feel what I was doing to him. My hand, ...