Jamie was already pulling on his clothes, fingers fumbling over buttons as if he couldn’t get them done fast enough. His hair was a mess, lips still red from kissing, his body flushed where I’d touched him—but his eyes… they were distant. Gone.
He didn’t even look at me when he spoke.
“This should end,” he said quietly, voice tight. “You shouldn’t come back here.”
It hit like a slap.
I sat frozen on the dressing room bench, c**k still soft, breath still uneven from how hard we’d just come. He was halfway to the curtain before I could even speak.
“What the f**k are you talking about?” My voice cracked with disbelief.
Jamie didn’t answer. He just slipped out through the curtain and vanished into the store like he hadn’t just begged for me with his whole damn body.
I stood there, heart
