A Secret Late-Night Meeting

As someone who values intellectual discourse above all else, I never thought my life would veer into a realm that I considered more suitable for the young and impulsive. Yet here I am, in my 50s, confessing to meeting an attractive student in her twenties at a quiet café late one night. We were both clear about the boundaries, yet our interactions felt charged with an undercurrent of something deeper. My partner knows about this arrangement, but how should I navigate the guilt and complexity of these encounters? Is it normal for someone in my position to feel conflicted like this?