~ Doris ~
After what Ryder did last night, leaving me aching and untouched, s*x-starved for some “silly” pack-politics reason. I woke up furious.
I remember the scream from earlier, how it tore out of me like something trapped for years finally breaking free.
The nightmare came again, pulling me back to before I lost my voice.
But I shoved it down. It’s not time for this. I have training.
I sat up fast, blanket sliding off. My n*****s hardened instantly in the cool air, and I hated how my body still betrayed me, still craved him.
I pressed my thighs together hard, trying to ignore the slickness that hadn’t faded. It only fueled the anger.
I pulled on the black training leggings and top Ms. Dorathy had left folded on the chair. They fit perfectly, like someone had measured me in m
