On the fifth day, Eric shatters. The air in the dimly lit living room crackles, thick with tension, a storm of pent-up desire suffocating them both. Eric stands at the center of it, fists clenched, jaw tight, every muscle in his body wound like a coil ready to snap. His blue eyes burn as they lock onto Jenna, who lingers in the doorway, draped in the soft glow of the hall light. She’s untouchable, a vision wrapped in temp...