Olivia Westview
The steam from the shower clung to my skin like a second layer, but it didn’t ease the heat that still lingered inside me.
I stepped out, the cold air immediately causing a shiver to ripple through me, but my mind was elsewhere. I could still feel James’s hands on me, his fingers tracing every curve, every inch of my skin. It was like his touch had left an imprint that even water couldn’t wash away.
I ran a towel through my wet hair, catching my reflection in the mirror, and for a moment, I was lost in the way my lips were still swollen from his kisses. How his hands had gripped my waist, pulling me closer, tighter. I could almost hear his voice in my ear, saying my name like he had the night before.
The bathroom light flickered above me. I blinked, forcing myself to f
