Sandra's POV
I couldn’t stay in my room any longer.
After Carl left, the house felt too quiet. David had gone to bed early, he said something about being tired from working on the car. I lay on my bed for almost an hour, staring at the ceiling, my body still warm from touching myself while thinking about him. The image of Carl in that towel refused to leave my mind. The water on his chest. The way his muscles moved. The low towel on his hips. I wanted him so badly it hurt.
I finally stood up, wore my loose t-shirt and shorts, and went downstairs. The living room was dark except for the small lamp in the corner. I sat on the couch and turned on the TV, but I wasn’t really watching. My mind was elsewhere, still on Carl.
About twenty minutes later, I heard a knock on the front door. I wal
