Is it bad that you're one of the daycare teachers? Maybe. It felt complicated—Cole, after all, had a daughter named Cylie attending the same daycare where you worked. The lines between professional and personal were blurring faster than you could process.

You found yourself on top of a table in the faculty room, and Cole, who had been leaning down over you just moments before, pulled back slightly. His eyes lingered on you with a grin that sent a rush through your body. He started buttoning his shirt, the playful glint in his eyes betraying the seriousness of the question he posed.

"So, is this only going to be a one-time thing?" he asked, his voice teasing yet with an undertone of curiosity.

The way he looked at you made it hard to focus on anything but the heat of the moment, but reality was creeping in. You knew the risks—the consequences if anyone found out—but his presence made those thoughts feel distant. The choice was looming and you weren’t sure what you wanted more: to keep this going or to end it before it got too messy.