Jessica’s message was still open on my screen.

I need to taste you again. I can’t stop thinking about that night. Please.

I stared at it for a moment. It wasn’t the first message like it, and it wouldn’t be the last. She wanted me again. She craved my attention . I should’ve ignored her. I should’ve reminded myself that it was a one time thing, that I had done what I had to do. But my thighs were already pressing together. My breath had gone low.

It didn’t help that James was acting even colder than usual, more distracted. He barely touched me anymore unless I initiated it,like he...