I love my husband. He’s a good man—kind, steady, and devoted. Our life together is built on years of trust, shared memories, and quiet companionship. But lately, I’ve felt something shift inside me, something I can’t quite name. And it all started with him—my boss.

It isn’t just his confidence or the way he commands a room. It’s the way he looks at me, like he sees something in me that even I have forgotten. When he speaks, his voice is smooth, deliberate, laced with unspoken promises. He never crosses a line, but the tension lingers in every shared glance, every casual touch that seems to last just a second too long.

At first, I dismissed it as harmless, a fleeting attraction. But the more time I spend around him, the harder it becomes to ignore the fire he ignites in me—something wild, exhilarating, and dangerously irresistible. He makes me feel alive in a way I haven’t felt in years, awakening desires I buried beneath routine and responsibility.

I tell myself I won’t let it go any further. I remind myself of the man waiting for me at home, the life we’ve built. And yet, when I close my eyes at night, it’s not always my husband I see.

I don’t know what this means. I don’t know what I want. But one thing is certain—this fire inside me is real, and it’s growing stronger every day.