Marissa met Ross every Wednesday without fail.
Sometimes they talked for a bit.
Sometimes he pinned her the moment she entered his room.
Sometimes she climbed onto his lap on her own, unable to wait.
But always—always—she left with trembling legs and Ross's warmth deep inside her, still dripping hours later.
It became a secret rhythm between them.
A pattern no one else knew existed.
A hunger she could no longer deny.
But secrets like that…
secrets held together by passion and shaky alibis…
never stay hidden forever.
One Wednesday, fate decided to intervene.
A sudden shift in her family's schedule.
A door opening earlier than normal.
A person walking into a hallway they never used before.
Just one small change.
That tiny, unexpected twist was all it took.
In that single moment,
with just one accidental encounter,
Marissa's carefully guarded secret began to unravel.
***
"Oh my god…" she whispered, her voice barely audible, trembling in her throat.
