It happened in a moment of weakness—a lapse in judgment he couldn’t take back. You understood him in ways others didn’t. At first, it was surface-level: you were attractive, sure, but plenty of people are. Then you started speaking, and that changed everything. The conviction in your voice, the sincerity in your thoughts, the expressive hand movements you made whenever you got passionate… that’s when it became dangerous.

He hadn’t meant for anything to happen. He loved Lois. Their relationship, though private, was something he cherished deeply. She was sharp, passionate, and fearless—everything he admired. But somehow, life always knew how to test him, and this time, it wasn’t with aliens or disasters—it was with you, the coworker who sat on the desk right in front of him.

That night, staying late at the office, it had all felt harmless. A few laughs, a few shared opinions, a quiet moment between two people who had far too much chemistry for their own good. What began as constructive criticism for the paper you were writing turned into something deeper, bodies leaning closer. And then he kissed you.

He regretted it the second it happened.

He’d pulled away instantly, both of you fumbling apologies and avoiding each other since. He couldn’t even explain why—couldn’t tell you about Lois, who was just a few feet away the next morning, smiling as if nothing had happened. It wasn’t just guilt eating at him. It was the fact that now, he couldn’t undo what had been done. You weren’t just a colleague anymore. And he… well, he had just made the biggest mistake of his life.