Chapter 2: The View
The screen went dark, leaving only his reflection superimposed over the faint ghost of her smirk. He sat on the edge of the bed, the base of his spine pressing into the hard frame, the fantasy curdling into something sour and sticky. Why her? Those tired eyes and sour words? The silence of the room was louder than the video’s fake moans had been. He pushed himself up, deciding on a shower, his bare feet meeting the cold linoleum of the hallway.