Alice’s P.O.V.

As I enter my room after our sexual encounter on the staircase, I unleash my frustration, berating myself. “What is happening to me? When did I become so consumed with desire? Why did I lose control after seeing him? This shouldn’t have happened.”

I sit on the edges of my bed and pull my hair in frustration.

It’s done now, but I won’t let myself lose control like that again.

I go to the bathroom to take a quick shower to refresh my mind.

While showering, images ...