Twisted Fate: Second chance Heiress
The memory was an ugly stain, an intrusion on this pure, sacred moment.
I stood up quickly, a fresh wave of disgust and anger washing over me. I couldn’t stay there. I needed to get away from the thought, from the phantom feeling on my lips. I backed out of his room, quietly closing the door behind me, and stumbled to my own.
In my bedroom, I peeled off my clothes and stepped into the shower, trying to wash away the tension, the guilt, the everything. The warm water beat against my skin, but nothing seemed to wash away the weight in my chest.