The shower was hot enough to melt bone, and honestly? That felt appropriate.
My thighs were still recovering. My neck was definitely sporting at least one mark that screamed property of a CEO, and my hips? Don’t even talk to me about my hips. TJ had laid claim to every inch of me just a few hours ago, and now I was in here, scrubbing down like I could somehow wash away the evidence.
Spoiler alert: I could not.
Especially not when evidence was currently dripping out of me like a very sexy war crime.
I braced both hands against the shower wall, letting the water pound over me, steam fogging up the glass. This was supposed to be my time to think—to panic in peace, maybe have an internal breakdown about the fact that I had slept with two men in less then 5 hours…
But of course…
“RORY EL
