Caught In The Moment With My Ex

It wasn't just about missing her, it was the way she'd always been able to push me into zones I never knew existed. Even after we split, one last rendezvous felt inevitable. We met at a hotel room under an assumed name and it started innocuously enough, small talk over wine. But soon, there were no words left but breaths and touches. The tension built so quickly, I felt like a volcano about to erupt. She was fully naked before me in seconds, her body inviting every part of mine closer until we were one again. I found myself thrusting deep into her, her warmth enveloping me as if time had stood still from our last encounter months ago. Her hands roamed freely over my chest and back, each touch igniting a new flame within me that was hard to extinguish. The slick sounds of skin on skin filled the room as we pushed harder against one another. My question now is this: Did I cross too many lines in trying to rekindle something dead? Do you ever find yourself returning to an old flame despite knowing it's toxic? How do others handle such moments when they come unexpectedly?