One Night Of Weakness

I've been in a stable relationship for five years now. We moved into an apartment together last year and everything seemed perfect. But one night, after work, I stopped at the bar where we first met to celebrate a project milestone. There was this guy, Alex, from another department who had always flirted with me. We ended up talking late into the night, shared drinks, and before I knew it, we were in my bed. It felt wrong but intense, skin against skin, mouths exploring each other without hesitation. The next morning, guilt washed over me. I didn't want this to happen, yet it did.