If you asked people to describe me, they’d probably say I’m the girl next door. The perfect best friend. Sometimes the one that got away. I work hard, I’m financially independent, I’m loving, fun, caring, and funny in a way that makes people drop their guard. And I love letting them see that side of me. But there’s another side — one almost no one gets to see. Sacred, dangerous, lustful. Kinky, dirty, playful, mischievous...

It had been three weeks since we said our goodbyes off the cruise and back to reality. Still, I caught myself checking my phone, waiting for their names to light up the screen. I missed him. I missed that connection, the way it had swallowed me whole. I would never want to break up a family; the thought alone made me sick. It was wrong—morally, painfully wrong—yet I couldn’t shake him. We used to talk about forever. About...