Chapter ThirtyMaya’s POVI couldn’t sleep.My body still ached from the way I had touched myself, from the images of Alvarez that had twisted and poisoned my mind.Guilt crawled under my skin, hot and unbearable, but the hunger had been stronger. I hated myself for giving in, for lying in my bed with trembling fingers, whispering his name as if I still belonged to him.The room smelled faintly of sweat and shame.My sheets clung to me, tangled and damp, sticking to the curve of my thighs. I turned on my side, then on my back, restless, my chest rising too fast as if I had run a race I could never win.I pressed my palms against my face.Why do I always fall apart when it comes to him?The clock on my nightstand glowed past three.The silence around me was loud, the kind of silence that made your thoughts turn cruel.I could still feel the ghost of Alvarez’s hands, though he was nowhere near. It was wrong, it was sick, and yet my body betrayed me again and again.Tears stung my eyes.
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