...Caught in the Moment...

I never thought I'd find myself here, confessing something that's been weighing on my mind for weeks. I'm a freelancer who works from home, and usually quite disciplined about sticking to my work schedule. But one day, everything changed when a coworker invited me over for drinks after we finished up a project together. As the evening progressed, things got more playful between us. We've known each other professionally for years but never really clicked on a personal level until then. The chemistry was undeniable, and before I knew it, we were kissing in his living room... I mean, who doesn't want to feel that spark again after so many solitary evenings? It started off slow, with teasing and playful touches, building up until our clothes were strewn across the floor and we were completely lost in each other. It was wild and intense, full of moans and gasps and the rawest physical sensations I've ever experienced. And yet... And yet...there was something else too. Somewhere deep down, there's this nagging feeling that it might have been a bit disrespectful towards my client relationship. We still see each other for work projects, but now we both seem to tiptoe around the topic of what happened in his apartment. Am I overthinking things? Is it just normal to let emotions and physical attraction get ahead of professionalism sometimes? Or did I cross a line that can't be uncrossed? ...I guess I'm just not sure anymore, how much of this is about the thrill and chemistry versus crossing boundaries. Any advice out there for someone who's caught between passion and responsibility?