Irvin's POV
I entered the kitchen, my steps deliberate and measured.
I pulled a water bottle from the refrigerator, uncapping it with a swift twist. My throat felt parched. Tension radiated through my frame. Only boxers covered my body.
A shower called to me.
I craved washing away the residue—every trace of what had just unfolded.
None of this had been my intention, yet... it occurred, and I couldn't have prevented it.
Caroline remained my girlfriend, and our usual routine involved games around our sexual encounters.
Only, today's events weren't recreational for me...
Caroline entered behind me, her bare soles silent against the cold tiles. Her dress was back in place.
That smirk still curved her lips.
Naturally.
Everything entertained her.
"Well, congratulations to me," she declared, perching on the counter edge, legs dangling while she observed me drink. "Quite the show, wouldn't you agree?"
I remained silent.
My energy had drained completely.
