I woke up the next morning with my thighs sticky and my mind a battlefield. The sheets beneath me were damp from the dreams I couldn't escape—dreams where Kabir's hands were everywhere, where his cock slammed into me while I begged and cried and came.

I lay there staring at the ceiling, my fingers already drifting between my legs before I even realized what I was doing. The moment I touched myself, shame flooded through me like hot tar.