I moved my hand up and down, remembering how blood had thundered through my body. How every part of me had tingled with need and lust had gripped every little bit of me.

My blood pounded now. It was running hot, and my breath hitched as the feeling intensified.

Hannah. Kissing me. Under me. Her body writhing. Tiny little moans leaving her lips and escaping into mine.

I thought about the text messages. About everything we’d shared. About her scenario where I left the shower and she’d be waiting to suck my dick.

I pumped my cock hard and fast, doing my utmost not to think about the fact she wasn’t here. All the scenarios we’d shared together flooded my brain, but it was always that one that stuck out, that one fucking thing I couldn’t shake.

Her. On her knees. In front of me. Legs open, wet pussy showing, where I can fuck it with my fingers or my tongue or my cock. Her moaning, clenching when I dig my fingers into her hips and hold her in place to fuck her deep.

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

The orgasm tore through my body like wildfire, setting me alight in every way. I came hard, my cum spurting onto the shower wall. Slowly, I pumped my cock until it was as drained as I was.

I washed myself again, including my hair this time, and directed the flow of water onto the wall to make sure there were no traces of my extra-curricular shower activities.

Satisfied, I rinsed once more before I turned off the water and stepped out of the steaming cubicle. The entire bathroom was filled with steam, but I could see well enough to grab my towel and wrap it around my waist.

My house was silent, and my bedroom was no exception. A part of me kinda missed having Lucifer around—he’d given the house some life that it otherwise lacked.

I sat on the edge of my bed and looked around. Maybe I needed to adopt a cat. Or a dog. Anything but a duck, really.

It was something to think on.

Anything that meant I wasn’t thinking about Hannah at this point was a win in my eyes.

***

I tossed the packet of pasta into my cart.

I had no idea what I was buying. I was going through the motions in the store, putting in things that look vaguely familiar.

It was never a good day when it ended with losing an animal.

It didn’t matter if the animal was old or young, healthy or sick, it was plain awful to have to tell somebody their family was about to lose a member.

Because that was the thing with pets. They were a part of your family, just the same as a human was. In the case of cats and dogs, they were sometimes a part for fifteen years or more.

That was what had happened today. That poor dog with incurable cancer had no quality of life, and watching two kids say goodbye to the dog who was twice their age had gutted me.