The sudden knock on the door jolted me awake, my heart still thrumming from a dream I couldn’t quite grasp, only the lingering heat and a shameful, unfamiliar sensation that pulsed deep within me.
I groaned and went for the door, I saw Clara’s cheerful face peering in. “Morning, sleepyhead! How was your night?”
“Fine, Clara, just fine,” I mumbled, pulling the sheet higher, a flush creeping up my neck. The memory of the dream still lingered even though I had taken a drink last night to help with the hotness I felt, I couldn’t just dismiss how vague, wet warmth it was, it was still too vivid, too mortifying not to remember. “I’m just going to have my bath.”
I practically fled to the bathroom without waiting for her reply, the moment I stepped into the bathroom I took off my clothes and I
