There’s no denying my husband’s goodness. He is the kind of man who makes life easy, predictable, safe. He remembers the little things, holds my hand when we walk together, and kisses my forehead before bed. Our life is steady, built on trust and years of shared memories.

So why do I feel this fire burning inside me when I’m near him?

My boss isn’t just another man. He is something else entirely. He carries himself with a quiet authority, his presence commanding without needing to say a word. When he looks at me, it’s as if he sees something deeper—something hidden beneath the surface, something even I wasn’t aware of until now.

The way he speaks to me, the way his touch lingers just a second too long, the way my body reacts before my mind can stop it—it all sends a thrill through me that I can’t ignore. It’s dangerous. It’s exhilarating. It’s forbidden. And yet, I crave it.

At night, when I lie next to my husband, I should feel at peace. But instead, my thoughts drift to my boss—the way his voice sounds when he says my name, the intensity in his gaze, the unspoken tension that hangs between us.

Am I just drawn to the excitement of what I can’t have? Or has he awakened something real inside me—something I’ve suppressed for too long?

I don’t have the answers. All I know is that this fire won’t go out on its own.