It had been over a year since I had seen Charlotte.
When Charlotte dates a guy, it means she doesn’t spend time with me, which makes me sad.
She was still with him, but they were drifting apart. She was beginning to realize the relationship had a half life, and that half life was shortening.
In this context, Charlotte texted me after a long silence. We had dinner, we had drinks, and despite my best efforts and a promise to myself, I succumbed to her considerable charms (and her fucking delicious cunt).
I had worked hard to ensure it wouldn’t happen, but when she lay back and beckoned me with her finger, I couldn’t resist.