DON’T STOP
I was thirty-three, older and stronger than I looked, and from what I’d seen of his slim, nerdy frame, he wasn’t exactly built for winning fights.
With a heavy sigh, I straightened the sheets on my bed, fluffed the pillows, and climbed in. The apartment felt too quiet now, the earlier adrenaline still buzzing under my skin. I turned off the lamp and lay there in the dark, staring at the ceiling, willing sleep to come and wash away the strange day — the private session, Vee’s thick cock on camera, the fire emojis, and now this unsettling encounter with my actual neighbor.
Sleep finally pulled me under, deep and heavy, wrapping me in a rare moment of peace.