Cycling Club's Naked Milestone

After my breakup, my best friend Sophia dragged me to a cycling club.

Little did I know, this wasn't your average spin class.

Because there she was—on the bike—doing that.

I didn't run. Didn't even blink.

Instead, a slow, wicked thrill curled in my stomach.

Because honestly?

I'd been waiting for this.

Ever since Daniel Evans dumped me, I'd been stuck in a funk.

Not because I was heartbroken—okay, maybe a little—but because nothing else compared.

Daniel was that guy. The kind who ruined you for anyone else.

From our first date, he unlocked something in me—something raw, insatiable.

Turns out, I wasn't just high-maintenance.

I was an addict.

And Daniel? He was my first hit of perfection.

But even he couldn't keep up.

After he left, I tried moving on.

Spoiler: It was pathetic.

No one measured up.

That's when Sophia swooped in with her usual devil-may-care grin.

"Babe, you need a distraction. Come cycling with me."

There was something sly in her tone, but I was too busy wallowing to notice.

Desperate for anything to shake off the misery, I agreed.

Next thing I knew, she'd added me to some exclusive cycling group.

Small. Intimate. Mostly men.

And the second I joined?

Chaos.

"New girl tax! Photos or GTFO!"

Yeah, no.

But Sophia? She didn't ask.

She posted.

"Meet Jessica Anderson—college sweetheart, honor student, and my gorgeous bestie."

The replies exploded.

"Holy shit. Sophia, you've been holding out on us."

"If I knew girls like this existed, I'd have quit dating years ago."

"Jessica, let's ride. And I don't mean bikes."

By the time I checked my phone—99+ messages.

And then I saw it.

The photo.