Chapter 76

apter 76

Darrell

I stood under the shower for a long time after she left, hot water pounding my shoulders, stear filling the bathroom until the mirror fogged completely. I scrubbed hard, trying to wash away the night: her taste on in tongue the feel of her ass clenching around me, the way her body shook when she came the third time. It didn’t work. The scent of her stayed on my skin no matter how much soap I used.

By the time I got out, towel around my waist, the apartment felt colder and quieter. I padded to the kitchen in bare feet, opened the fridge, and pulled out leftover takeout-cold lo mein and a couple of egg rolls. I didn’t bother heating it. Just stood at the counter, eating straight from the container with chopsticks, staring at nothing. The food tasted like cardboard My mind kept replaying her walking out-back straight, no glance back, no hesitation

I finished half the container, tossed the rest, and headed to the bedroom. The sheets were still a disaster. They were crumpled, stained, reeking of sex and lube. I stripped them off roughly, balled them up, and threw them toward the hamper. Grabbed fresh ones from the closet-plain white, nothing special-and started making the bed Tucked the fitted sheet, snapped it over the corners, and smoothed it down.

That’s when I saw something.

Her panties-black lace, simple but sexy-crumpled on the floor near the foot of the bed, half-hidden under the edge of the mattress. She must’ve kicked them off during one of the frantic moments and forgotten them completely when she dressed in a hurry.