~Storme~
The door to my room clicked shut behind me, but the touch of Theo’s fingers still lingered on my skin.
I pressed my back against the cool wood, my chest rising and falling with shallow, uneven breaths.
My heart hadn’t calmed since dinner, and neither had the ache that pulsed through me, both from the pleasure Theo had ignited, and the shame that curled around me like smoke.
I stumbled toward the edge of my bed, collapsing onto the soft bedding. My fingers grazed my thighs, the memory of his touch searing hot beneath them.
“Goddess, what is wrong with me?” I muttered, clenching my thighs.
I vividly remember the guards outside the doors looking at me funny when I came out of the dining hall.
Could they have heard the unholy noises that we’d made? Or had they thought about h
