CHAPTER 8. Static
Added 2025-05-21 17:00:08 +0000 UTCI sat on the sofa, eyes fixed on the television, but I couldn’t have said what was playing if my life depended on it. My heart was still racing from the bathroom, every scene from that moment replaying in loops. I told myself I needed to breathe, focus, and act normal. Then I heard slow and deliberate footsteps, and suddenly Theo was beside me.
He was still damp, his skin glowing from the shower. A tiny towel clung low on his hips, barely enough to cover his d*ck, and falling at the sides. Drops of water traced lines down his chest. He didn’t sit right away. He stood close, lingering, the warmth of him seeping into my skin. “Comfortable?” he asked, voice smooth as silk. He knew exactly what he was doing.
