I stood there for a moment after he left.
The room felt colder. Emptier.
I pulled the sheets around myself, staring at the wall, trying not to think about what had just happened.
But how could I erase the thoughts while my pussy was still slimy wet from him, and I smelled like sex.
My body still tingled, but the heat was already turning into something darker. Shame. Anger. Confusion.
His last look replayed in my head.
"You'll never get over me, Alyssa."
I squeezed my eyes shut.
"I have," I whispered into the quiet room. "This was just one night. I was vulnerable. That's all."
But even to my own ears, it sounded weak.
I dragged a hand down my face.
Victor had always been my weakness. No matter how far I tried to move forward, somehow I found myself circling back to him.
And I hated that.
I hated how easily I fell.
My mind drifted back—uninvited.
