I was barely in my room for more than a few minutes before the sound of fists were pounding on my bedroom door. The amount of times I had headed back in my room was becoming a little bit of a running joke. I could still smell him on me. I sighed, and decided to have a shower. Coffee, at least on this occasion, could wait.
The hot water ran down my back, rinsing off the events of the morning. I smiled, stepping out. Now, I could pretend that none of it happened, and that he hadn’t used me. I grunted to myself. I’d be making sure he knew I wasn’t going to be some piece he could play with and discard me without some consequences. The pounding on my door persisted. I sighed, I had hoped the guest would leave, but apparently, he had other things on his mind. I wrapped myself in a towel and wen
