Chapter 12

While Luke showered, Ryleigh waited for him to finish so she could clean up, too. When she heard him turn the knob, she rose up without regard for her nakedness. She wants a wash since her body feels so sticky; she groaned when she touched Luke's dried, sticky saliva, which always spits on her back when he cums.

Luke grimaced at observing her gait. She simply averted her gaze and continued walking. The man still stood with his arms crossed beside the restroom door, observing her.

She regarded him. “What?” she questioned upon meeting his emerald eyes.

"Why are you not walking straight?"

She halted in front of him and chuckled mockingly. "Are you kidding me? After what have you done? You have no idea how painful—"

He responded, "Whatever," and then walked away. When he caught her eye, she diverted her sight and retreated to the restroom.

When a twitching pain heightened her sensitivity, she cursed. Damn! She enjoyed herself but is now suffering the consequences. And Luke... she could no