The water was scalding, but Riana didn’t care.
Steam filled the small marble-tiled bathroom, blurring the edges of her reflection. She stood beneath the showerhead, letting the heat bite into her skin until it turned pink. Her fingers dug into the soap, scrubbing, again and again, as if she could erase the memory clinging to her like a curse.
Her breath came out ragged. Each drop that slid down her body felt like acid, reminding her of his touch, his hands, his lips, his scent that her body still betrayed her by remembering. “Get off. Get off”
She pressed her forehead to the cold wall, whispering with her eyes closed, “Go away. Go away.”
The water thundered over her, drowning her voice.
Outside the bathroom door, two voices murmured.
“Has she been in there for an hour?”
