The hot water poured down over my body, the steam swirling around me as I stood there, trying to wash away the lingering unease. I had scrubbed myself raw, hoping the sensation would scrub away the feeling of violation, the knowledge that Dominic had been here in my home without my consent. My space, my sanctuary, had been intruded upon, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t shake the feeling of his presence lingering in the air.
But there was something else, something unsettling that gnawed at me in a different way. I hated that he had been here, hated that he’d taken control of the situation, but at the same time… I couldn’t stop thinking about him. The way he looked at me, the way his smirk had curled up at the corners of his mouth when he’d made those flirtatious jokes. I felt so
