Grace
The shower was pure heaven. I hadn’t realized how badly I needed it until the hot water hit my skin. When I finally stepped out, wrapped in a towel, I actually felt better.
I rubbed the fog off the mirror, caught my reflection, and gave myself a weak smile. I looked the same as I had this morning, most of the hickeys had faded, with just a few faint ones lingering.
As I stepped into the bedroom, my eyes landed on the clothes laid out on the bed, a soft gray hoodie and a pair of snug black shorts.
I picked them up. They smelled faintly of Eleanor's expensive jasmine shampoo and lavender detergent.
I dropped the towel and was about to slip them on when I paused, my face turning red at the vivid memory of that man going down on me.
I bit my bottom lip hard, and clutched the hoodie
