I stared at the text from Marcus, my body still buzzing hard from that drink. Every nerve felt alive, almost too sensitive. Ryan had turned me down flat upstairs, leaving me aching and frustrated. Now Marcus was reaching out this late. If my own husband wouldn’t satisfy me, and if Marcus was right there offering, why say no? It wasn’t my fault. I’d tried with Ryan first. He chose sleep. This was just me taking care of what I needed.
My thumbs moved fast. Yes.
Marcus replied right away. Give me a few minutes.
I paced the living room again, heart pounding. The wait felt endless.
At Marcus's place, Sophia stepped out of the bathroom, hair damp, wearing a loose shirt. She glanced at Marcus on the bed. He didn’t say anything. Just lay there facing the wall, eyes closed like he was already o
