Ava’s POV

I remained on the toilet lid until the last of the shaking left my legs and my breathing finally evened out.

The floor was still wet with my release and squirts, so I cleaned what I could with wads of toilet paper, flushed everything, and stepped back under the shower just long enough to rinse the sweat and slick from my skin.

The water barely worked, but that didn’t matter.

I dried off quickly, pulled on clean underwear, soft shorts, and a plain T-shirt that hung loose enough to hide the way my nipples were still sensitive. When I looked in the mirror I looked almost normal again,...