Call his wife...

Holly again didn’t answer.

Distrait Adam climbs into his lonely shower. He can practically see the teasing vision of Sara swirling up around him in the shower’s steam, encircling his growing erection. Adam let out a pained sigh. He was too old for this shit.

After exiting the shower Adam checked his phone to find a series of texts, not only from Holly but from {Sara.} Adam could hear his own heartbeat in his throat as he reminded himself to swallow.

A brief text from Holly greeted him first;

move on

Adam’s heart nearly stopped. He anxiously moved on to Sara’s message before the weight of Holly’s text could sink in.

thinking of you, Sara wrote.

Adam tossed the phone onto the bed, the weight of his choices settling heavily in his chest. The silence of the house seemed to close in on him. He didn’t know who he was or what he wanted anymore.

After a fitful night sleep, Adam woke up distraught and lonely with the temptations of the workplace looming large.

Fortunately, he hadn’t run into Sara much in the office lately, as he usually would have. Sara’s new work group assigned her a big project, and she even took working lunches with them to meet the deadline. So did Holly, apparently. Adam wasn’t lying about missing her. In desperation, he sent off another text. This time he got a response;

we should see other people.

A hot flush of blood rose in his cheeks. Damn, she was stubborn. Overwhelmed and lightheaded, Adam needed to clear his mind. A bundle of nervous energy, he wondered if he should head to the gym early, maybe get a glimpse of Sara?