F21 [F4M] I think about him when I’m lying next to someone else…

We don’t talk every day, but when we do—it’s like the rest of the world fades out. Just one message from him sends a rush through me. I catch myself smiling at my phone, blushing, shifting in my seat like a schoolgirl with a dirty secret. I reread our late-night chats when I can’t sleep, imagining his hands instead of the silence next to me. He’s not mine, and I’m not his… but we created something real in this little hidden space. It’s quiet, forbidden, and far too addictive to stop. And honestly? I don’t want to.