Zara’s POV
The cab dropped me off in front of my dorm. I climbed the stairs slowly, one hand on the rail. My head still felt fuzzy from the rum the night before, but it was more than that. Dom’s fingers under my chin. The way he’d made me look at him. The drawer with the cuffs and the crop and the plugs all lined up like they belonged there. And the camera. I like to watch. The words kept circling in my head like they were stuck on repeat.
The second I pushed open the door, Bri threw her arms around me so hard I almost dropped my bag.
“You’re okay,” she said into my shoulder. Her voice was thick, like she’d been holding back tears. “Oh my God, you’re actually okay. ”
“I’m okay,” I said, hugging her back. My arms went around her waist and I held on tight. “I promise. I’m fine.”
She pu
