March 28, 2026
Anastasia knew exactly why he kept coming back. A married, straight man with everything at home… yet still knocking on her door again. When he arrived, there was that familiar tension. The kind that filled the room before a single word was said. His eyes lingered on her longer than they should, like he’d been thinking about this all day… maybe longer. “How’ve you been?” she asked softly. “Good… and you?” he replied, stepping closer. She looked up at him, a teasing smile forming. “Missing you.” That was all it took. The tension snapped right back into place—the kind she secretly loved, knowing he’d keep coming back for more.