The moment I walked into my best friend’s father’s apartment, that cologne hit me so hard I almost turned around and left. It was deep and spicy, the same one he’d worn for years, but tonight it felt different. It wrapped around me, thick and warm, and my stomach flipped so hard I had to swallow. My cheeks went hot. Lower down, between my legs, this slow, heavy throb started up that had no business being there at all.

I knew I shouldn’t be here alone. Not when just breathing him in made my panties feel damp and my heart beat like I’d sprinted up every stair.

“Marie? I’m in...