I opened the photo quicker than I should've, I'm such an idiot. I look desperate. No going back now.

My first thought was that she sent me nudes. I don't know why. Did I want to receive nudes from her? I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. But what I DO know is I was eager to find out and that's why I clicked so fast. I'm not sure whether its fortunate or unfortunate but it was simply a picture of a stack of papers she was marking for another class. It was in her bed; I could tell because of the white cotton sheets and tapestry style blanket thrown on the side. The papers were messily thrown around, I felt my head shake slightly at the thought of how much of a messy worker she was. A red Paper Mate Ink Joy pen was on top. It made me smile, okay, it made me beam. My heart felt warm as I analysed the photo, for a rather long time. It was embarrassing how I stared at the photo like I was there.

It took me a rather long time to respond as well. I knew what I wanted to say and had it written but I second guessed myself when it came to hitting the send button.

Fuck it, why not.

"Don't you think it's a bit late to be marking papers?"

That was nice enough. A good response... I think.

'Y/N sent you a photo'

Another one? I felt lucky, is that weird? I looked at the pending photo to be opened, almost praying I got to see her face. God must've been on my side. I opened it and saw her, Y/N with round based, flat topped glasses which were large and as I stared at her face, my eyes drifted down to her neck. Then to her chest which was bare. Of course, all that was in view was her shoulders and collarbones with a few tattoos dotted on them. I thought I could faintly see a hickey lower on her chest but id rather not look at that so I focused on how good she looked. WOW. Even when she has her hair in a bun and her glasses on, she looked FINE. I definitely have a crush and that's allowed. A woman can crush on another woman, even if she's already slept with them. I hadn't even noticed the text she had put on top which read "Sleep is boring and you're not"

She was smooth, I will give her that. She was corny but not uncomfortably. It was almost as though she did it to make me feel good, not to hit on me but to make me feel... something. What am I saying? She's definitely just doing it to hit on me.

Flirting is allowed. My husband isn't with me and hasn't been for days so I'm allowed to feel wanted. So, I can text back.

'Elizabeth sent you a photo'

My last picture was risky. I took the chance that she might reciprocate the flirting but I do wonder whether she even realised I was flirting. I was home alone tonight, Flo deciding to not stay round as she worked the late shift and I had work in the morning. Things between us were going well since we became official. She had suggested me moving in with her but I can't leave my apartment, I love it too much. There was also something at the back of my mind which told me that I should take it slow, considering I had another woman I would drop her for. That sounds harsh and it is but when your heart is in two places you have to try both out or you will regret it.

Why was it taking so long for her to respond? She had left me on read for around 7 minutes now. I guess I should just accept defeat and move on, go to work tomorrow and act as though nothing happened. I'll text my girlfriend.

'Elizabeth sent you a photo'

I waited; I wasn't as eager as her. I was, but I didn't want to show it. I played hard to get, it had worked to get Florence and was working so far with Lizzie. Once I opened it, I laid down in bed.

She had taken her time to get ready for the photo, that was evident. Even though she had attempted to make it look effortless, it clearly wasn't. It made me laugh to myself, thinking that she had gotten ready for me, to impress me, to flirt back.

It was flirty, it clearly was! She was laying in bed, hair down and sprawled out around her, with one singular piece on her chest, which just covered a small slither of the dark red fabric bra which was laced and on show. She knew what she was doing. Her silk white sheets covered most of the fun areas but still, a cleavage was visible. My heart was racing, why? I had received so many pictures like this before. Maybe it was because I knew I couldn't have her, she was married. Or maybe it was because I knew she wanted me, undeniably. Then again, maybe it was because the way she made me feel things, I hadn't felt before.

"I'm not boring?" Was written across the screen of the photo she sent me. It made a smirk turn at the corner of my lips. She wanted me to flirt. Thank God because I REALLY wanted to. An older, married woman was taking an interest in me, this is a dream.

I sent a photo back.

'Y/N sent you a photo'

I loved this. I loved the attention and that I was getting it from an attractive woman who made me feel... things. I can't elaborate on it, I don't fully understand it myself but in this moment, it didn't matter.

I waited to open it like she had. I have a PhD, I'm not stupid. I can read her like the back of my hand, she would wait to not seem desperate, like I had earlier. I only was able to wait 2 minutes, I'm weak... For her.

My eyes shot wide open as I saw the photo. "Oh... My... God" I whispered to myself as I bought the phone closer to my face.

The papers she was marking earlier were now scattered over her bare body. The image started at just under her breasts and ended at the bottom of her thigh. The papers covered the areas in which my eyes had first darted to. Her tattoos told stories I didn't know yet, but they looked beautiful and her skin the same. A shadow was cast on her rib area from what I can only assume is her breasts and I couldn't help but bite my lip.

I didn't do this with Robbie so seeing a semi revealing image of someone who I'm so incredibly attracted to made me stare in awe and make me breathing hitch at the back of my throat. I didn't know how to respond. I definitely wouldn't be sending nudes, that was too far for me.

"Nice bra" was written, cheeky. She wasn't even subtle. She just spoke her mind and didn't care that it was completely irresponsible to say.

"Is it a set?" Was the next message she sent. She had double texted me. I grinned to myself, biting my lip again knowing I was getting to her. I knew how she normally texted, she never double texted and being around Aubrey enough meant she was playing hard to get. It was clear as day and it meant that when she did text me twice, I knew I had her attention.

"Yes, why?" I responded, acting innocent but also poking her for a response which would send shivers up my spine. I wasn't disappointed with her reply.

"Show me"

My lips parted as I stared at her message, being able to hear her whispering it in my ear. My body felt warm and a tingling sensation shot up my body. I was lost for words and didn't know what to do. As I went to frantically text Aubrey for advice, prepared to spill all the information and stories of Y/N and I just to have some advice so I don't ruin the moments we were having together.

As I switched to iMessage, my bedroom door opened and Robbie entered, drunk. I threw my phone under the sheets and covered myself up. Why was I hiding my body from my husband? He had seen it before. I realised my panicked face and welcomed him home. He sloppily undressed and got into bed with me, murmuring under his breath. I left Y/N on read and the sensation between my legs started to become quiet. I looked to Robbie, he looked to me, noticing my attire. A smirk came to his face. I knew that look and my thoughts were confirmed when he rolled on top of me.

I thought of her. As my husband laid on top of me, one hand beside my head and the other on my thigh, fully naked... I thought of her. I didn't hate the idea that instead of my husband being with me right now, it was her.

After a few minutes and after a few moans from the both of us, we fell asleep. He tried to hold my waist and cuddle me from behind. "I'm too hot." I lied and moved his hand away. He was too drunk to care and before I could say goodnight, he was asleep.

"You up?" I sent to my bartender.

No reply.