Ezra
The warm water beats down on my body, my hair sticking to my forehead.
Wren’s underwear peeks at me from the pockets of my jeans. I had come home a few minutes ago and went straight into the shower.
Somehow, her scent still clings to my skin and I squeeze my eyes shut.
My mind threatens to flesh out the past hour, but I force it to the back of my mind. I won’t go down that memory lane, even though my c**k aches.
I open my eyes, the tiny lace still sits there…beckoning on me to go down a path I’d never recover from.
Ripping my eyes away, I wash my body, scrubbing hard enough to distract me from the thoughts of Wren, and to somehow wash away her lingering scent.
My gaze still lands on the underwear, and my jaw tightens. I reach for it with the sole purpose of stuffing it out of s
