Briar Point of View
After a long day at work, Briar rushed home, her heart racing. She needed a hot shower—needed to wash away the remnants of the steamy moments she had shared with Chase that morning in the office and again in his car that afternoon.
The scent of him clung to her skin, a potent reminder of their illicit encounters, and as she stood under the warm water, she scrubbed fiercely, shampooing her hair twice to erase every trace of him. The clothes she had worn felt like a burden, so she tossed them directly into the washing machine, desperate to cleanse herself of the evidence.
Once she felt somewhat renewed, she wandered into the kitchen, but the thought of cooking felt overwhelming.
Instead, she grabbed her phone and ordered takeout, the comforting thought of food groun
