Ezra

The warm water beats down on my body, my hair sticking to my forehead.

Wren’s underwear peeks at me from the pockets of my jeans. I had come home a few minutes ago and went straight into the shower.

Somehow, her scent still clings to my skin and I squeeze my eyes shut.

My mind threatens to flesh out the past hour, but I force it to the back of my mind. I won’t go down that memory lane, even though my cock aches.

I open my eyes, the tiny lace still sits there…beckoning on me to ...