Confessing the Lewd Secrets

Anya pushed through the heavy wooden door of the break room, letting it swing shut behind her with a soft click. The space was strangely empty for a weekday afternoon. She leaned back against the cool surface of the door and squeezed her eyes shut. Her chest heaved. Her heart was pounding a frantic, bruising rhythm against her ribs, the adrenaline of the last ten minutes still coursing through her