Taking deep breaths to steady himself, Ford pressed his manhood down, suppressing the overwhelming urge coursing through him. His body was tense, his mind battling for control.
He exhaled sharply and walked toward the table, his steps deliberate. Reaching out, he carefully picked up the glass jug brimming with water. With a steady hand, he poured the cool liquid into the empty glass beside it, watching as the ripples settled.
Hurriedly, he lifted the glass to his lips and gulped down the entire contents, the water soothing his parched throat. He then took a deep, measured breath, finally feeling a semblance of calm return to his frayed nerves.
The pounding in his chest began to subside, and his muscles gradually loosened. Yet, his relief was short-lived—barely three minutes had passed when a gentle knock echoed through the quiet room.
