NOAH
I stumbled out of Cassian's office on shaky legs, my throat raw, my pants uncomfortably damp, and my ego bruised beyond recognition.
The bathroom. I needed the bathroom.
I practically fled down the hallway, ignoring the curious stares from passing coworkers, and locked myself in the nearest stall. My hands were trembling as I cleaned myself up, dabbing uselessly at the wet spot on my pants with toilet paper.
This is insane. This is fucking insane.
I stared at my reflection in the mirror above the sink. Face flushed. Eyes glassy. Lips slightly swollen.
I looked wrecked.
And the worst part?
The worst part was the traitorous heat still pooling low in my stomach. The ache. The way my body was still humming with leftover arousal despite everything.
Why did I like that?
No. No, I didn't like it. I couldn't have liked it.
I wasn't...
I wasn't gay.
Was I?
