Bernard's POV
The morning light filtered through my bedroom curtains, but Penny's voice from last night still haunted every corner of my mind. Her soft gasps, the way she whispered my name as Roamer, the intimate sounds that had driven us both to the edge of reason. Every detail played on repeat, refusing to let me find peace.
I moved through my morning routine like a man sleepwalking. The hot shower couldn't wash away the memory of her breathless moans. The coffee I brewed tasted like nothing, my hands working automatically while my thoughts remained trapped in the aftermath of what we had shared. Phone sex was a line I never thought I would cross with her, but now that I had, the weight of my deception felt crushing.
This wasn't just flirty messages anymore. This was real intimacy, and I was living a lie that grew more dangerous with each passing hour.
