By the time I pulled into our driveway, the sun had dipped lower, casting long shadows across the front lawn.
My boyfriend, Ethan, was already home, his car parked neatly in the driveway. I sat for a moment in the driver’s seat, thighs still sticky with the stranger’s release, my core tender and aching in the most satisfying way. Guilt twisted in my chest like a living thing.
Ethan was good to me. Patient and loyal. He didn’t deserve this secret hunger that had taken root inside me.
Yet the craving refused to fade. If anything, it had only grown sharper after the gas station encounter.
I stepped inside, forcing a bright smile as Ethan looked up from the couch where he was watching television. “Hey, babe. How was the drive?”
“Long,” I replied, crossing the room to kiss him. The taste
