The warm water from the shower cascaded down my body, washing away the day's grime and tension. Yet no amount of hot water could untangle the knots forming in my stomach. My thoughts spun in endless circles, each one more overwhelming than the last.
What am I doing?
Zaya and I had crossed the line. Twice. Not just flirtation, not just teasing banter, but all the way. And yet, here I was, standing in my own shower, trying to convince myself that this could somehow still be okay. That we could go back to being "just friends."
Except we weren't friends. Not anymore.
I sighed, leaning my forehead against the tiled wall. The steam rose around me, blurring my vision, but it didn't blur the memories.
The way her hands felt on my skin, her lips trailing fire wherever they touched, the sound of her breathing against my ear all of it played in a loop I couldn't escape.
And now? What was I supposed to say to her?
