Sitting by yourself, you scroll on your timelines mindlessly. Former high school classmates post photos of their children. You scoff and keep scrolling.
Your jaw drops open as your thumb quivers, suspended awkwardly above the screen. Brad posted pictures from his vacation only minutes ago. You click through the sunsets and sand castles and a soft moan escapes your lips as you land on an image of him, standing in a hotel room. He’s not wearing a shirt and is glaring at the person taking the picture.
He has always been the absolute sexiest guy at your job. Your eyes became glued to his prominent upper traps, sexy collarbones, and overall fit physique that was often hidden beneath tight dress clothes. You gazed at this photo, panning and zooming as much as possible.
You thought about that chest hair and how his body would feel against yours. A smile crept across your face and you roll over in your bed. You close your eyes and imagine his presence next to you in your humid apartment. Yes, you’d be both stark naked under your white sheets, rolling around with only the occasional breeze from the open window to cool you both down.