Cuddy's eyes, usually so attentive, wandered to the sweet boy who sat a few feet away in the living room, mindlessly watching TV—The boy had recently moved in. Lisa honestly forgot why he moved in, after all, the problems of her work clouded everything else from her memory.

But lately, she started to notice the boy more. The silly way he laughed, shooting such a charming grin. How his muscles flexed, and most importantly, how the towel hung low on his hip, leaving those abs shamelessly on display, like he didn’t even realize the kind of effect he had. And God, don't get her wrong! The dean of medicine hated herself for it. But how could she help it? Just look at the boy, so funny, so fucking mesmerizing.

Lately, loyalty had stopped being her strong suit, honestly. But betraying the man she supposedly loved—who she lay next to every damn night—with his own son? That was too low a blow even for someone like her, who spent most of her days negotiating between morality and necessity.