Naomi was just trying to delete old files.
She didn’t mean to open the wrong folder.
But there it was.
A file named: Naomi_Alone_Night1.mov
Her stomach flipped.
She stared at it.
Clicked it.
And watched herself walk into her own bedroom on the screen. Towel slipping off. Hair wet. Phone in hand.
She was naked. Touching herself on the bed. Moaning. Whispering things into the dark.
Things she never said out loud.
The footage was clear. High angle. Like from a vent. It showed every angle her parted thighs, her fingers dipping into herself, the shudder in her spine as she came.
She paused it.
Heart racing. Breathing shallow.
There was only one person in the house who knew her room that well. Who built his own gaming rig. Who never let anyone near his PC.
Tyler.
Her stepbrother.
