The house was quiet. Too quiet.

Tae leaned against the kitchen counter, one hand gripping the edge while the other lifted a glass of water to his lips. His jaw was tight, his eyes dark with frustration. He had tried—God, he had tried—to hold himself together. But the image of her naked in that tub… it was burned into his skull. Her skin, her breasts, the way she looked at him so innocently—it was eating him alive.