Being bad

The last time I saw him we had risky (not quite public) sex in between quarantines to tick off a bucket list even though only three months prior we mutually agreed to stop sleeping together.

We've barely seen each other this year ... But the minute I do, it's like I lose all rationality and common sense apparently.

When I see a msg pop up with his name, the stupid part of my brain takes over and that's it, my entire day is spent fantasizing about feeling his hands on me.

I'm stuck. But I'm a bad bitch. I'll get over it (maybe when I get under someone new).