*ALORA*
I was still in the shower, running my hands through my body. Even my own touch only reminded me now of his touch.
As if that wasn’t enough, he had marked me. Little red marks on my breasts, hickeys on my neck.
On the insides of my thighs were small, fresh bruises shaped like his thumbs. And I knew inside my chest had also been marked, the organ that sat slightly behind and to the left of my sternum just won’t stop getting involved.
I had just dried off and had flung my towel over a hook on the wall when Caden walked in.
He had only put on his trousers now and hadn’t bothered to button them up.
I froze mid-motion.
He froze too when he saw me, his eyes raking me up and down. After the night we had shared, it was obvious he still wanted more of me.
God.
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