FOURTEEN

Diane swung her leg across the bed to the floor and walked to the bathroom. She stood in front of the mirror, looked at her reflection, placed her hands on her cheek and sighed. She looked messy. Her hair was messily sticking out from the band that held it. Her face was puffy and her eyes looked swollen. But that wasn’t what she was worried about. She kept thinking about the little stunt Nicholas pulled during dinner and how badly it affected. How are body had tingled when he out his hands inside of her; how her skin felt like it was on fire when he moved his hands around. She hadn’t wanted him to stop and she couldn’t deny that it felt so good and it left her extremely needy for a release but she knew she had to stop. Nicholas just wanted to mess with her feelings; she was so sure about that. And she wasn’t going to let him do that.

The knock on her door interrupted her thoughts. “I’m coming,” she said and