Work texts are the best

Your phone buzzes on the nightstand — her name on the screen, a photo loading slow. She's in the hotel bathroom mirror, dress unzipped, someone else's hand visible at her waist.

The caption reads: *running late, don't wait up.* You already knew. You'd already given permission. Still, seeing it lands somewhere between your ribs and pulls tight.

She looks directly into the camera like she's looking directly at you — knowing exactly what this does, sending it anyway. That's the arrangement. That's the thrill. The three dots appear. Another image incoming.