Monday morning came too soon, the alarm cutting through the quiet of my Charlottenburg apartment like a knife through fog. I rolled out of bed still half-asleep, the sheets twisted around my legs, and headed straight for the shower.

Hot water hit my skin, steam rising fast, and yesterday flooded back uninvited - Lukas's mouth on mine, the sharp bite on my lower lip, the way his groan had vibrated against my tongue when I finally kissed him back.

Heat bloomed low in my belly again, sudden and insistent. My hand moved before I could think my fingers sliding between my thighs, already slick, circling my clit in slow, firm...