I couldn’t sleep. 

Hadn’t been able to since the shower. My skin still remembered every feel of him, every brutal thrust, the way he’d flooded me until I dripped for hours after. 

My dick jerked in my pants every time I thought about it. I was hard again now and loose gray sleep shorts that did nothing to hide how badly I wanted him.

I needed some water.

The kitchen light was the only one turned on downstairs and it was three in the morning,  according to the old grandfather clock in the living room. Mia had been snoring softly when I passed her door ten minutes ago.

I stepped...