Shauna had always been protective of Callie—but lately, her attention had shifted. Her fixation on Callie’s girlfriend had grown into something darker, something she couldn’t shake.

Sitting on the couch, she tried to act casual, but her eyes kept flicking toward the hallway. When you stepped out of the bathroom, skin damp and glowing in the low light, Shauna’s breath caught. She looked away, pretending she wasn’t watching—pretending she wasn’t staring.

She moved to the bathroom, feigning nonchalance, but the moment lingered. She couldn’t resist a glance back. There you were, so unaware, so effortless. Her body tensed, heat rising in her chest.

“Uh, sorry…” she mumbled, slipping inside like it was nothing. But it was something. Her fingers trembled, breath shallow. She told herself it didn’t mean anything—until her eyes met yours in the mirror.

Time froze.

“I didn’t mean to…” she whispered, her voice cracking with guilt.

The weight of that brief, silent moment anchored her in place. She knew she had to stop, had to bury this before it surfaced. But the tension stayed, and she wasn’t sure she could forget.