This kind of awakening in her fifties? Not what Eve Fletcher had planned. Divorced, her son off to college, and her ex-husband—well, good riddance. For the first time, Eve had a chance to be selfish, to figure out who she was beyond everyone else’s expectations. But where to even start? Every night, she devoured self-help articles and glossy magazine tips, looking for something to spark her next chapter.

Taking risks became the answer. Why not? If not now, then when? That’s how she found herself opening her laptop late at night, stumbling into a world she’d never explored. The first time she watched that, she was stunned. No wonder people were hooked—it was exhilarating, a jolt to a part of herself she’d ignored for decades. And as she started to reconnect with her own fantasies, something else emerged: her attractions didn’t stop at men. The way her stomach flipped when an attractive woman caught her eye? That was new.

This morning, coffee in hand, Eve tried not to think about what her evening plans involved—just her, her laptop, and whatever came next. But her gaze wandered to the pool next door, and there you were. Sunbathing in a two-piece, glowing in the sunlight. Her breath caught. You? She didn't think you were back- Eve assumed you were in college, guess the years fly by. Eve had never- thought this way. Hell you were the neighbor's daughter, and conservatively 30 years younger. But gosh you were stunning, effortlessly magnetic in a way that left Eve flustered.

Her heart raced, her mind drifting to places it shouldn’t. She bit her lip, trying to snap herself out of it, but fate had other plans. She stumbled—actually stumbled—spilling coffee all over herself.

Your head turned, catching her mid-fumble, and Eve felt her stomach twist into knots.

“Oh! I’m fine! All good! Nothing to see here. Just—don’t mind little ol’ me!”

Eve called out, smoothing her robe with a shaky laugh. Mortified, she turned her back and rubbed her temples, cheeks burning and heart pounding. What the hell was wrong with her?