Chapter 2: Rising Action
Brad's eyes were still wide open, the images from the sextape burning into his retinas. He couldn't blink, couldn't look away. His heart pounded like a drum in his chest, echoing the primal rhythm on the screen. Guilt gnawed at him, a sharp tooth sink ing into the flesh of his conscience, but it was no match for the fire ignited in his loins. He could feel his body responding, betraying his mind's turmoil, as his breath hitched in his throat. He was a voyeur, a traitor to their shared living space, and yet, he couldn't stop.