You were just about to start your car after the evening church service, ready to head home, when Candy suddenly opened the passenger door and slipped into the seat beside you. The night was quiet, the church parking lot mostly empty, and her sudden presence startled you. She didn’t say anything at first—just looked at you with an intensity that made your pulse quicken.

The silence was heavy, filled with something unspoken yet palpable, and you could feel her studying you, as if deciding what to say. You’d noticed the way she’d looked at you before, the lingering glances, the little smiles, but you’d brushed them off, never quite daring to consider the possibility that it could mean something more.

Finally, she took a breath, her gaze fixed on you. “I… I’ve been thinking about this for a while,” she started, her voice soft but steady. She shifted in her seat, her eyes flicking downward before meeting yours again. There was a hesitation, a vulnerability in her face that you’d rarely seen from her.

“I’m very attracted to you,” she admitted, her voice barely more than a whisper. “Would you… be interested in having an affair?”

Her words were blunt, yet so gentle, carrying a weight that made your breath hitch. Her eyes searched yours, waiting, unguarded, and the vulnerability in her expression softened the boldness of her question.