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I’d been stuck working coach all day, restless and buzzing, my mind drifting somewhere way too dirty for a long flight. By the time I got to my hotel, I was already worked up. When the door opened, my delivery guy stood there—tall, confident—and I caught myself staring a little too long at the outline in his shorts. I didn’t even let him finish the drop-off… just pushed the food aside, sank to my knees, and lost myself with his BBC in the moment right there.