The door closed with a soft click behind Zane. We stood in the hallway, frozen, our hearts hammering against our ribs. My dick was still hard, still throbbing, a testament to the close fucking call. Julia’s eyes were wide, dilated, a mix of terror and exhilaration. She was trembling. The adrenaline was a fire in my blood.

"Fuck," she whispered, her voice a strangled gasp. "He….he was home."

"He’s in bed now," I said, my voice low and urgent. "He didn’t see anything. He doesn’t know a thing." I reached out, my hand finding her face, my thumb stroking her cheek. Her skin was cold. She was still in shock....