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he was cute. sweet. boring in bed but whatever, he cooked for me and remembered my birthday and didn’t snore. i wasn’t even planning on cheating. it just kinda… snowballed. it started with flirting at work. this guy in accounting with sleeves and a deep voice and that smug “i know you’re watching me” grin. we never even kissed for like three months. just stupid long stares, slow smiles, brushing shoulders in the break room. i was soaking just from being near him. one day he sent me a voice memo that was literally just, “bet your boyfriend can’t make you shake like i would.” i played it on repeat under my blanket that night. and the next night. and then i texted him back, “prove it.” we met at his place. lights low, no small talk. he didn’t ask about my boyfriend. just backed me against the wall and said, “you’re already mine.” and i swear something in my brain short-circuited. fast forward two weeks. my boyfriend found the texts. i didn’t even deny it. i just looked at him and said, “do you want to see it?” and he was like, “see what?” and i said, “me. with him.” he looked like someone punched him. but he didn’t say no. so yeah. we set it up. my guy on the bed, silent, wide-eyed. me straddling this other man like i’d waited my whole damn life for it. i kept looking at my boyfriend, dead in the eye, while i lost my mind on top of someone else. he didn’t blink. didn’t speak. just sat there, hand in his lap, watching like it was a movie he didn’t wanna be in. after, i didn’t comfort him. didn’t explain. i just got dressed and said, “now you know.” he stayed with me for another month. never touched me again.