Jacob
The shower scalded my skin, yet his scent lingered, taunting me. Reminding me of the one thing I wanted, but fate wouldn’t let me have.
Him.
Daniel.
Steam curled around my shoulders like possessive arms, the memory of his touch still searing into my flesh.
I could still taste him… tequila and minty gum, the metallic tang of my blood where he’d bitten my lip too hard.
The water turned my skin lobster-red, but no amount of heat could purge him from my pores.
I scrubbed my thighs raw with a loofah, the soap stinging the bruises from his teeth marks.
The abrasive fibers scraped over the crescent-shaped indents, each pass sending a jolt of pain-pleasure up my spine.
His marks. His claims. I was beginning to love how my body throbbed at the memory.
The mirror fogged over
