The moment the stream ends, the room suddenly falls silent.
The fill light that was still on just now now leaves only a faint white glow. The water cup on the table hasn’t been put away, tissues are beside the keyboard, my jacket was casually tossed over the chair back, and even the panties I just changed out of are temporarily left by the bed.
The whole room is a mess, but I have no mood to tidy up.
I just sit barefoot on the edge of the bed, toes touching the cold floor. The high heels I wore throughout the stream have long been kicked under the table, leaving faint marks on my ankles, as if reminding me that the passion from earlier hasn’t truly ended.