The next morning, Esme woke up around 11.30am alone in her bed. It wasn't because her and Colton had argued or needed space, it was because they were both so exhausted that they ended up crashing while supposed to be unpacking their bags. Esme was meaning to to have a shower before she went to bed for the night, still feeling the stickiness of the blood lingering on her skin, so the first thing she did was drag herself to the bathroom to have a good scrub. Letting the boiling hot water pour over her head, her eyes closed, she tried to relax, but she couldn't get the visions of the previous night out of her mind, and no matter how much she scrubbed, she still felt disgusting. A knock on the door stopped her from rubbing her skin raw with the loofah.
"Esme? You in there?" Recognising Colton
