7:00 comes

I push open the front door and the familiar warmth of Pastor John's house hits me. The living room is already half-full—Marcus and his girlfriend are on the couch, a few other kids from the youth group scattered around in chairs and on the floor. They all look up when I walk in, faces lighting up with genuine smiles.

"Ethan!" Marcus calls out, raising his hand. "Dude, it's been forever. Get over here."

I nod and wave, stepping inside, but my attention shifts the second Rachel appears from the kitchen. She's carrying a tray of snacks, wearing that blue dress she wore one of the nights we fucked in her and John’s bed—the one that hugs her hips and shows off the curve of her ass when she walks. Her eyes find mine instantly. For a split second everything else fades. The noise of the group, Marcus's voice, the smell of pizza—none of it matters. It's just Rachel looking at me like she remembers exactly how my cock felt inside her last week.

She doesn't smile. Not really. Just a small twitch at the corner of her mouth, something private. Her cheeks flush slightly as she sets the tray down on the table, and I can see the way her hands tremble for just a moment before she steadies them. She knows I'm watching. She knows I'm hard already.

"Ethan, glad you made it," John says from across the room, oblivious. "Grab a seat wherever. We're just waiting on a couple more people."

I drop into an empty chair near the edge of the circle, trying to keep my expression neutral. Rachel straightens up, smoothing her dress over her thighs, and I catch the briefest flash of her wedding ring catching the light. She glances at me again—quick, sharp, hungry—before turning back toward the kitchen.

Marcus is still talking about something, but I barely hear him. All I can think about is how Rachel looked bent over their kitchen counter with that same dress pushed up around her waist, how she moaned into her own arm so John wouldn't hear when he called from the retreat. Now she's walking around this room like nothing happened, serving snacks to the same people who think she's the perfect pastor's wife.

She disappears back into the kitchen, and I shift in my seat, already counting down the minutes until I can find a way to get her alone.