Nailed

I wasn't looking for a relationship, I only hoped for an afternoon of good sex. Who knew my silly flirting with the roofer would lead to this? I hadn't even wanted to look at another man since my divorce, and now I'm sharing a bed with one who's so beautiful it almost hurts.  I'm nearly forty and have a mom bod, curvy and soft. I lift cupcakes instead of weights. And he's seven years younger, and a god, chiseled from marble. How the hell did this even happen?