The warmth around me flies away with Aiden, sending a wave of cold down my chest through my body. The cold water drips down my wet hair to my body. I stay in my bed for a few minutes, starting vacantly on the ceiling. Sometimes, my thoughts are so vast that I wonder what Aiden is going right above my room.
But what do I care about him? Am I attracted to him?
No! I can never love a r****t who took my virginity forcefully but why? Why did I allow him to devour me again even after he r***d me?
And I gave him a hickey? I squeeze my eyes with disgust to find that I can be this wild when I am drunk. What if others have seen it and knew that it's me who kissed him that desperately leaves a disgusting mark on his neck.
How dare he keep it open.
And I f****d a s*x addict who loves
