Weeks Pass

A few weeks blurred together after that wild day with Amy and the church wives. I slipped right back into the rhythm—early gym sessions, classes, then whatever girl was next on the rotation. Some days it was Riley bent over my desk, other days it was quick hookups with girls I'd met at parties or the gym. Or I’d go over and fuck Rachel when her husband was gone. The pattern felt solid, predictable in the best way.

Then the text came through while I was toweling off after a workout. Just three words on the screen: