Just One More Time...

I never thought I'd be this person, the kind who sneaks out of bed for a fling with someone else's partner. But there we were, my ex and his new girlfriend across town, both asleep and oblivious. It was just one night, one quick meet-up in an empty office after work. We said no names, no real contact info exchanged. Now my ex is gone, but the memory of that secret encounter keeps me up at night. Why do I still feel this way? Sometimes I think maybe it wasn't so much about him as just being wanted by someone again.