Turns out the plumber looked familiar for a reason. Your high school crush is bigger now, a little rougher, and the way you look at each other makes “professional” a lost cause. Behind closed doors you forget your vows and let him use your body like it should’ve been his all along. Your mouth your neck and your hips handled until you’re grinding circles and begging for more. Doggy over the counter, filthy talk in your ear, he wants you to choose him, to say it out loud, and to feel it when he cums deep inside and makes you remember exactly who you’ve wanted for years.