I'm Fine, Really

Scott sat on the edge of his bed, his fingers trembling as they combed through his damp hair. The silence in the room was oppressive, broken only by the hum of the ceiling fan overhead.

His thoughts raced, replaying every moment of the dream, or whatever it was. It felt too real. He could still feel the man's cold touch on his cheek, the press of his lips, and the way his body had responded, stirring feelings he didn't fully understand.

Groaning, he buried his face in his hands. "What's wrong with me?" he muttered under his breath. This wasn't just some random dream, it was something else, something he couldn't explain.

He shifted, and the dull ache in his lower body made him freeze. A sinking feeling settled in his stomach as he sat still for a moment, processing the sensation. It wasn't his imagination. He felt… sore, as if something had happened while he was asleep.