Caught wet and needy

 LUCY POV. 

 I stepped into the apartment and closed the door behind me. The familiar click sounded louder than usual tonight.

 My heart was already racing. For the last three weeks I’d been sending him those messages — the ones where I pretended to be a stalker. At first it was just silly fun, a desperate attempt to feel something after my ex told me I was “boring in bed” and had “zero spice.” Those words had cut deeper than I wanted to admit. So I started typing things I would never say out loud: “I’m watching you right now…”, “I saw you in the shower...