Caden
The water hits my back hard as the shampoo runs clear from my hair. It’s hot enough to burn, but not strong enough to drown her out.
I press both hands flat onto the shower wall, head down as steam wraps around me. It moves through the room as if it’s trying to drag the memory out of my skin. No matter how long I stand here, she doesn’t leave. I still see her on that couch, head tilted back, eyes heavy. Her lips were parted, breath uneven. Her thighs trembled against mine. Her whimpers had the same rhythm as her heartbeat, and I could feel both of them against my palm. She didn’t even try to hide them.
My jaw tightens as I shift under the spray, every breath slower than the last. I keep them controlled, steady enough to pass for calm. None of this is calm. I told myself it would b
