It was a rainy Friday evening in March, and my husband was out of town for a work conference. Our regular babysitter, Sophie, had agreed to stay late so I could have a night to myself. She’s 20, a sweet college sophomore with long auburn hair, freckles across her nose, and a quiet confidence that always made me notice her a little more than I should. I’m 31, married, but lately I’d been feeling restless, curious about things I’d never acted on.
My name is Alex, and my partner Sophia and I have been together for five unforgettable years. We met during our university days in a bustling city, instantly drawn to each other like magnets. Sophia, standing at 1.67 meters, has a radiant presence—curves that turn heads and a confidence that captivates everyone. I’m 1.72 meters, lean and fit, with an unassuming charm that Sophia always says she adores.