DND

When passion switches to ‘do not disturb’ mode, no DND can save you - your phone vibrates more often than your heart. You seem to understand everything: it's not the time, not the place, don't do it. But your body conducts its own negotiations without protocols, and the result is an endless mixture of sheets, toasts to the ego, and morning walks with the afterglow of tenderness.

It sounds like chaos, but it feels like addiction: a little more than you need, a little closer than you should be, a little more honest than you'd like to admit.