Panting, Jai stared at the translucent streaks swirling down the drain, his face burning with a mixture of shame and lingering pleasure. The water was hot, nearly scalding, but it did nothing to cleanse the heat still coiled deep within him. His breath came in ragged bursts, his chest rising and falling rapidly as if he had run a marathon instead of just… that.
'Ugh, what am I even doing…? This… this is too shameful… When did I become so lewd?'
The water washed away the evidence, but not the memory—his body still hummed with the aftershocks of something new, something he hadn't expected. His skin tingled, oversensitive, every nerve ending alight with the ghost of his own touch. He had never indulged like this before, never let himself want like this. And now that he had, he wasn't sure he could stop.
