My Secret Sin

I met her at a faculty event last year, just another colleague. But there was something about her eyes that drew me in. We talked late into the night, just small talk and laughter. It felt innocent enough. Then one day, we crossed a line during a conference dinner. It was a moment of drunken recklessness, both of us knowing it would never happen again but still giving in to temptation. I've been with her twice since, hiding my shame behind professionalism. Each time feels like the last, each night spent wondering what on earth possessed me.