RUINED
Mathilda’s POV
I didn't realize how much tension I had been carrying in my body until last night finally force it out of me.
If I had to describe the encounter in just one sentence, it would be this: it was the best night of my life.
And that realization alone is terrifying.
The release had been so sudden, so intense, that it felt like my body had momentarily forgotten every rule I’d spent years imposing on myself. For a few breathtaking seconds, I wasn’t Mathilda the lawyer, Mathilda the careful one, Mathilda the woman who always thought ten steps ahead. I was just… a woman. A body reacting to touch, to sound, to desire.
Then the high fades.
The pleasure ebbed, leaving behind a sharp, sobering clarity, like waking up too quickly from a dream you weren’t supposed to be having
