Cora’s pov.
I slept peacefully that night. And for the first time in a while my dreams weren’t haunted by my papa, but rather a certain dark eyed man with large arms and the most sensual voice I’ve ever heard.
I woke up gasping for air, but in a good way, there was an ache between my thighs and a ball of need in my abdomen, every part of my body was chuck full of tension and that was when I knew… I couldn’t stay here… not at all.
I laid on my bed for a few more hours after I’d woken up and silently stared at the white roof.
After deliberating, I finally got up and slipped into the bathroom. I carefully avoided even glancing at the bathtub, I didn’t want to remember Creed’s hand sliding up my thigh or the wash rag brushing over my chest.
It wasn’t an unpleasant touch, I’ve dealt w
