Ximena
I woke the next morning to soft snores behind me. I sighed, trying to push the weight of the night away from my mind. What had gotten into me? I barely stirred, trying to escape his hold, but his arm tightened around me. The snoring ceased immediately.
“Good morning, Ximena,” he murmured, his voice low and raspy.
I shifted again, trying to pull away. “Good morning. Can you please let go? I need to use the restroom.”
His grip only tightened. I wiggled again, regretting the motion as I felt the unmistakable press of him against me. “Focus, Ximena,” I told myself. Slowly, he released me, and I scrambled out of bed, running into the bathroom with a speed I hadn’t known I was capable of.
Once inside, I leaned against the vanity, closing my eyes briefly to collect myself. The cool ba
