David's POV: Seeing Through the Haze

The bathroom was fogged up, as was my mind.

I stood there, one hand braced against the sink, staring at my own reflection through the haze. It looked distorted. Just like how I felt inside. My mind hadn't quite processed what had happened yet.

Lisa.

Of course, she’s a bitch. Confident. Calculated. She had walked in knowing exactly what she would find—and exactly what it would do to me.

And the worst part?

She’d been right.

I grabbed a towel, dried off slowly, buying time while I tried to find a way out of this mess. I wasn’t just caught off guard. I was caught in the middle.

Between her and Nele.

Lisa’s all about exposure and dominance. She made her point by stepping into the bathroom while I was—ehm—busy.

Nele’s unpolished, blunt in her way, and more unpredictable. And thus more honest, more real.

Both wanted to draw me to their sides. Wanted me to choose.

Lisa?

Nele?

To whom should I turn?

I started to compare them in my mind. Then stopped.

Did I have to choose?

I exhaled sharply and pulled on a shirt. My hands hesitated at the hem for a second. My body hadn’t relaxed. I was still fully erect.

From her?

I let out a quiet, humorless breath. Lisa really knew what she was doing and how to get what she wanted.

Nele flashed in my mind. Nele, who never seemed to know what she was doing until it was too late.

“Get a grip,” I said under my breath.

This house wasn’t safe anymore. Or maybe it was just me?