Jane
I stayed in my room all day like a coward. I heard Julius come home around six, the sound of the door opening, his keys hitting the entry table, his footsteps moving through the house.
My heart had leapt into my throat, panic and something else flooding my system. I couldn't face him after what I had done.
Not after I had sprawled on his couch with my hand between my legs, moaning his name while I came harder than I ever had in my life.
The shame was unbearable, so I hid. I pretended to be napping, reading, or doing literally anything that justified staying in this room with the door closed.
I heard him moving around, heard what sounded like him changing clothes, then heard the distant sounds of him in the kitchen.
I would just stay here forever. I would become a hermit in hi
