Doris covered her ears the second she heard the first moan. Her mind flashed back to that night—she couldn’t shake the images of him from her mind. She didn’t want to imagine him when he was on top of her or the way his lips felt trailing down her skin. It was beyond wrong to ever think of him that way, he wasn’t meant for her and she should be glad of it. But it was so hard to forget when she could hear his same groans through the door. It was as if her mind planted her right back in that moment with him. Her heart raced with fear...