A Night Shift Secret

It's late, and I'm sitting here in my cubicle, trying to focus on the spreadsheets but failing miserably. My mind keeps drifting back to a few weeks ago when everything changed. You see, during one of those long nights alone at work, someone new started coming around. It was Sarah, new girl in HR with eyes that told more than any words could. We'd catch each other's gaze across the room and feel this unspoken tension building up. One night, I finally caved. While everyone else was gone, we met in a quiet conference room at midnight. The air between us crackled with electricity as our hands explored each other under dim lights. It felt wild and illicit, but so incredibly right. We've kept it secret since then, sneaking moments when the office is empty. But every time my wife asks if I miss her now that we're apart for longer hours, a part of me lies. Guilt eats at me, knowing she deserves better than this hidden truth.