Keeping Secrets at the Bar

I’ve been bartending for five years now, and tonight was different. A regular customer has become a friend over time, let’s call him Alex, and we hit it off when he opened up about his past. We talked about everything but love. That is, until I let my guard down after hours, sharing something personal with him that no one else knows. The way the moonlight shone through the windows as he listened...it felt special, yet wrong somehow. We hugged and left it there, but now there’s this tension I can’t shake off. This wasn’t supposed to happen; Alex has a partner who doesn’t share my kinks. Did we cross some line?