Jessica couldn't believe the energy pulsating through the air at the concert. The crowd was a sea of movement, bodies swaying to the rhythmic beats that echoed through the venue. The electric atmosphere enveloped her, and she felt a newfound sense of freedom as she surrendered to the music. Surrounded by strangers, she found comfort in the anonymity of the crowd.

The bass reverberated through her entire being, syncing with the rapid beats of her heart. The vibrant lights painted the scene in hues of blue and purple, casting an enchanting spell that ignited the night. With each dance move, Jessica felt a release—an escape from the constraints of her daily, boring life with Brandon. The thumping music drowned out the world, leaving only the present moment of euphoria.

"Damn, you're pretty."

She turned around in time to catch a handsome black man flash her a wide smile. 

"I have a boyfriend," Jessica smiles at her black admirer while feeling a naughty rush to her system.

The guy, who is equally her age, flashed her a witty smile, and said something that caught the young, white vixen by surprise, "He doesn't have to know about it, girl." The young stud was cute and quite forward too.

Of course, he doesn't have to. But he was still my boyfriend, Jessica thought. But her body was betraying her. It seemed to enjoy the attention it was getting from a total stranger. Her nipples stiffened under her clothes. Her breathing deepened. The rush to her cheeks intensified. She's sure she's blushing. She was aroused. She couldn't deny that.

Her eyes followed the guy as he left. He was still looking at her. And she was looking back.

"You got game, girl! That guy was damn fine," Mackenzie said with a beaming smile.

Jessica shook her head and focused on dancing again. "I'm not interested."

"Yeah, right," Mackenzie rolled her eyes in exaggeration. "That guy was cute."

"Brandon is cuter," Jessica was quick to answer. She had to defend her boyfriend. Brandon was a great boyfriend. Loving, caring, cute, kind, respectful but.... sterile. That was what Jessica had recently realized about her man. Brandon was like a perfect boyfriend, but there was no zest. There was no excitement. 

"Okay, whatever you say," Mackenzie laughed out loud and kept on dancing. "Look he's back," she winks and decides on leaving her friend to her own devices.

Jessica didn't care for what her friend says. Brandon is the safe choice. Brandon is the steady drum beat that keeps the song grounded. Brandon is the one who's always there when she needs him. Brandon is the predictable tempo of her life. He's the one who's been there for her through the ups and the downs.

But maybe, just maybe, that's the problem.

It is not the guy's fault. It was hers.

That's when she realizes Mackenzie was right. The guy was indeed cute.

Perhaps it was time for Jessica to unwind and have a little bit of fun. After all, the man was right.

Her boyfriend did not have to know.