Zella
“Zella, baby, are you okay?”
Isaiah knocked on the bathroom door. I paused, scrubbing my body. Foam slid down my arm, streaking over my very flushed skin.
The water was warm, but I couldn’t stop until I felt clean. My nails dug into the loofah, wishing it could scrape away the crawling sensation dancing across my body.
This was why I could barely go past kissing with men I dated. Especially with Oliver, he got too eager one time and grabbed at me. It didn't end well. I kicked him between the legs before I could blink.
I shuddered, suddenly feeling like those hands were on me again. It wasn’t there. It wasn't real. I knew that. But it felt there, very much. I felt so dirty and disgusting. How could Isaiah even stand the sight of me? I shook my head. He wouldn't if he knew.
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