Eric's POV
A buzzing filled my ears, like a swarm of flies circling around me. The name "Zack" pierced my thoughts like a knife, and a surge of anger erupted within me, raw and volcanic.
My blood turned to ice. Cheryl was still talking to Rachel, her voice shaky and muffled, but at that moment, I couldn't care less.
All I could focus on was Cheryl—just moments ago, her face flushed with warmth as she was with me—now as cold as ice. A deep, indescribable shame swelled inside me.
I couldn't help but wonder if, to her, I was nothing more than a tool, no different from a vibrator.
I was such an i***t.
When Rachel and my father left the room, the silence enveloped me, and I could hear nothing but the frantic pounding of my own heartbeat, drumming in my ears and making my head spin.
"Eric
