Cam shot me a tiny, one-sided smile. Like we were the bad kids at the table, or maybe like they were the adults. I felt her foot brush mine under the table and wondered if it was an accident.

I checked my phone at a freakish rate all week, like my brain no longer controlled my hand. Just tapping and scrolling over and over again, hoping for a single message from her. And then...finally, “My office. 9 pm?”

The thrill of being with Arush was getting harder and harder to resist. I knew I was playing on the edge–my boyfriend was in the next room–but I just had to hear his voice...

I know I’m not supposed to call, but I can’t stop thinking about you. I keep having this fantasy of us together. You're dancing on my bed. Moving your hips slow. The edge of your ass peeking out below the hem of my t-shirt….