Sinful desire
The phone call with my brother ended, but the crushing weight of my isolation only grew heavier.
Sitting on the edge of the mattress, my gaze drifted back to the dark corner of the room. The cold shower hadn’t washed away the memory of the flashback. The image of the party, the heat of the bass, and the intense, passionate words Michael had whispered against my neck were still burned into my skin.
I was drowning in physical neglect and emotional starvation. Before I could stop myself, my fingers acted on pure, desperate impulse. Still thinking about my ex, Michael, I picked up my phone, pulled up his contact under a hidden name, and dialed his number.