The air in the hotel room was thick with a potent cocktail of anticipation, old memories, and the crisp scent of clean linen. It was a neutral space, a canvas waiting to be painted with the colors of their desire. Rob stood by the window, a silent observer, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs. He watched as his wife, Jess, and the man from her past, Patrick, stood near the foot of the king-sized bed, the space betwe...