Letting Go

Dom walked into the kitchen, his movements slow, controlled.

He grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, twisting the cap off in one fluid motion. His throat was dry. His body tense. He was only in his boxers.

He needed a shower.

Needed to wash everything off—everything, the weight of everything that had just happened.

Dom didn't plan for any of this to happen. Well... it happened, and there's n