I never thought a simple shower would destroy every boundary I had left and turn me into a cheating, dripping mess for my boyfriend’s father.
Steam hung thick and heavy in the luxurious walk-in shower of the King family’s master bathroom, turning the glass walls into frosted mirrors. Hot water pounded down on my naked skin like warm rain, easing the ache in my muscles after another long shift at the café. I was twenty years old, temporarily living in my boyfriend Leo’s house while he finished his sophomore year at college three states away. His mother had been gone for years after the ugly divorce, leaving just me and his dad, Jeremy King, alone in this sprawling suburban mansion that suddenly felt far too quiet and far too dangerous.
Three weeks. That’s how long I’d been playing the rol
