Why him?

Hazel's mind was in turmoil as she sought refuge in the solitude of the bathroom. With trembling hands, she locked the door behind her, desperate for a moment of respite from the chaos that consumed her.

Collapsing onto the cold tile floor, Hazel cradled her head in her hands, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. She felt like a mess, her emotions raw and unfiltered as she struggled to make sense of the whirlwind of sensations that assaulted her.

"He..." Hazel uttered, her voice barely above a whisper, her words trailing off into the silence of the room.

Summoning all her strength, Hazel stood up on shaky legs and turned on the shower, the sound of rushing water filling the room. Stepping beneath the stream, she allowed the coldness to wash over her, hoping to numb the pain that gnawed at her insides.

The water cascaded down her body, soaking her bathrobe and revealing the contours of her figure beneath. Her nipples hardened against the fabric, a physical reminder of the tumultuous emot