David was just helping a friend. Her sink was leaking, her husband busy upstairs watching football. Nothing inappropriate. Just a simple favor.
But Elena—his old college flame—wasn’t exactly subtle. The way she leaned close. The way her fingers brushed his as she handed him a wrench.
“Remember freshman year?” she whispered. “The library stairwell?”
He tried to laugh it off. “We were young. Crazy.”
She stepped behind him as he worked under the sink. Then… her hand slid across his back, then down—slowly. Firmly.
He froze.
“Elena, your husband—”
“He won’t come down,” she murmured, her hand moving there.
David stood up quickly. But something in her eyes made him pause.
It wasn’t about cheating. It was about unfinished desire—old flames that still flickered.
And David… was no longer sure if he wanted to put it out.