Nighttime Friend

I have a friend. A friend I only meet at night—my night friend. I don’t know his name, his age, or even his number. All I know is his sculpted, handsome face, his intense gaze that freezes me in place, and the way his powerful movements drag me into pleasures I’ve never known before. It’s been a month since I started this secret relationship with my night friend. Then one day… I saw him. In broad daylight. At my workplace.