Earl sank to the bathroom floor, the water from the shower pouring down on him. He had his knees folded in front of him, his fingers buried in his wet hair. His wrinkled eyebrows, squeezed eyes, and quivering lower jaw indicated that he was sobbing. The tears were difficult to distinguish from the water dripping down his face.
His heart was loaded with sadness, loathing, and self-pity. His mind was crammed with what had happened at the office a few hours ago. He always felt disgusted with himself soon after he finished sex with Amber. But the pain in his mind this time broke all the previous records.
Every time he had sex with her, he released his frustration and anger. But it was different this time. He was sick and wanted to peel off his skin. Maybe in this way, he would be relieved that he had wiped away all her traces from his body.
A strong repulsion rolled over his stomach, making him queasy.
