u/JoyJonesss

there's a little pale strip on his finger where the ring usually is. he thinks taking it off before he gets to me means something. it doesn't. i clocked it the first time and i've never said a word because honestly the tan does more for me than the ring ever could.

we work adjacent, different teams, and it started as the normal late-elevator, walking-to-the-same-lot thing where you both know before either of you admits it. he told me about his wife in the same breath he asked for my number, which is a choice, and i gave it to him anyway because i'm not the one who made vows.

he comes to me. that's the whole shape of it. he'll text that he's 'working late' and show up at my place still in the shirt he wore to dinner with her, and he's so wound up by the time he gets here, like i'm the release valve for a life he built somewhere else. i like that. i like being the thing he lies to get to.

he's soft and apologetic in his real life, i can tell, and with me he isn't apologetic about anything. he'll have me bent over my own couch with his hand in my hair and it's the least guilty i think he lets himself be all week.

people would call me the villain. i'm single. i didn't promise her anything. the ring's in his pocket, not mine.

he's coming tn. With a tan and all.

the uber was maybe eight minutes and i still think about it more than i think about most full relationships

so it was late, i'd left before my friends because i was bored and kind of wound up, and the driver was younger than i expected and kept catching my eyes in the mirror. i was in this little dress with nothing under it, which i'd like to say was an accident but we both know.

somewhere around the second red light i just. shifted. pulled the hem up a little, slow, watching his eyes drop to the mirror and stay there. neither of us said anything. that's the part that gets me, how quiet the whole thing was. i slid my hand between my legs right there in the back seat and started touching myself and he kept driving and kept looking and the car was so quiet i could hear myself.

he asked, real careful, if i wanted him to pull over somewhere. i said no, keep driving, i want you to watch. and he did. gripped the wheel, kept flicking his eyes up, and i put on a show like my life depended on it, dress bunched up around my waist, biting my lip so i wouldn't make too much noise.

i came right as he turned onto my street, which felt almost rude to him honestly.

fixed my dress, said thanks, tipped him embarrassingly well. he just goes 'have a good night' like his voice wasn't completely wrecked.

'you know i can see you right' is what he texted me. we'd swapped numbers weeks ago over a package that got delivered to the wrong door and i'd basically forgotten about it until that.

context is my apartment faces his and my bedroom window lines up almost exactly with his and i had been. not closing the blinds. on purpose. for like three nights. telling myself it was because it gets stuffy which is such a lie because i was doing it right in front

so when he texted that my whole body went hot and instead of getting embarrassed and shutting the blinds like a normal person i just. wrote back 'i know.' and then i didn't move.

he didn't text again for a second and i could see him standing there in his window not really pretending to do anything else and i got on my bed facing him and pulled my shirt up and i swear the second i touched myself knowing he was watching i was already so wet it was kind of hu

i came so hard i had to bite my own arm and when i looked up he was still there. he texted 'good girl' and i genuinely had to lie back down for a minute.

anyway the blinds are still open. i'm not going to pretend i'm going to fix that.