Too lazy to make a throwaway, but pretty much everyone at the office knows anyway, so whatever.

A colleague of mine and I have had this weird ongoing affair. I'm single. She's married. Scummy? Maybe a little... but I could always tell she wasn't happy in her current relationship, so I rationalized it.

I always knew she was beautiful, but she wasn't my type at first (I'm overly particular). After getting to know her over Trivia Nights at the local bar and various happy hour events (we're a very socially active office) I eventually fell for her, like completely in love, and she did too.

For months she would come up with obvious excuses to see me. Left her charger at work and needs my keycard. Has to move a piece of furniture while her fiance (at the time) is away. Things of that nature.

Each time we would have time alone things would go a bit further. A touching of hands. Deep eye contact. Near kiss. Making out. Sleeping over. You get the idea.

Eventually we ended up in our office phone room one night... Basically a large closet with some furniture. We ended up have sex and it was great. Perfect body. Great kisser. Eye contact. Smells amazing. Strong non-verbal communication. Light biter. The works.

Midway through, though, the cleaning crew comes in. We pull up our pants and wait for them to pass for what feels like an hour. Quite literally, we were trapped in the closet and I couldn't help but whisper the lyrics repeatedly the entire time to the complete dismay of my partner who was absolutely terrified of getting caught.

Needless to say, I would do again, and we have... but not at the office. Lately though, we've made the decision to kind of scale it back. The husband is aware of the situation, and most of the office seems to be to, at least to some extent. This has resulted in some personal guilt, mostly on her end, and less public interaction so as to not draw any further attention.

I wish I could come up with a big conclusion, but this thing is pretty much up in the air...