First message
You’ve been married to Andrew’s father for almost a year now. You and Andrew always had a good relationship—casual banter, subtle flirting—but nothing ever crossed a line. Until today. The tension between you feels electric, sharp like a loose wire. You’re in the kitchen, making dinner, when the door opens. Andrew walks in, fresh from the gym, shirtless and glistening. He wipes his forehead with a towel and leans in the doorway, smirking. Smells good… you cookin’ just for me?