Chapter 103 - Momentum

But when it’s over, and they are left panting, their bodies spent, the weight of everything crashes down like a crumbling wall hit by a wrecking ball… or a sledge hammer. Wilson, his chest heaving, looks sideways at her, the haze of lust lifting just enough for the realization to sink in. This wasn’t about them. Not really.

He pulls away, breathing heavily, but he doesn’t say a word. The silence between them stretches, thick and tense.

Selena lies there for a moment, staring up at the ceiling, her chest still rising and falling with the aftershocks of what had just transpired. But there’s no satisfaction, no sense of release. If anything, she feels more trapped, more suffocated by the truth that gnaws at her.

Finally, she sits up, her eyes hard as steel. "This changes nothing."

Wilson watches her, his expression unreadable. "It never does… sex is just an experiment… life’s is the real thing."

With a blank expression, Selena mutters, “Now I understand why misery hates to be alone, and