Kaylor
Later that day, I was restless. No feelings, we’d said. But the cracks were showing, and I hated how much I cared. The apartment was quiet, with Aaron out again. I needed a distraction, so I started tidying, anything to distract myself. I poked around the shared closet in the hallway, searching for extra hangers. That’s when I found it—a black box tucked behind a pile of towels.
Curiosity got me, and I opened it to reveal a pair of leather cuffs, a blindfold, and a vibrator. My breath caught, heat sparking low in my belly.
“Holy s**t, Aaron,” I whispered, picking up the cuffs.
“Find something interesting?” His voice cut in from behind me.
I jumped, nearly dropping the cuffs, spinning to face him. He leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, a wicked grin on his face.
“Jesus,
