After my roommate left me with a raging hard-on on the couch and strutted off to her room, to say I was tempted to chase after her would be an understatement, but I managed somehow to restrain myself.
But something had to give, and the confession could end at this point because I moved out and into a share house with my then gf (a bad idea but that’s a story for another day).
I had her on my socials, but we didn’t keep up. For the next couple of months I’d succumb and look her up, but never did anything about it. As I said, it could have ended there.
About a year after the couch incident, and 3 months or so after I broke up with my gf. I was getting coffee at a cafe downtown near where I was working then, when I realised that there, in line in front of me, was my former roommate. She both did and didn’t look like I remembered, as she was in corporate clothing of a kind I’d never seen her wear courtesy of a new job nearby.