Elena's Point Of View

My fingers trembled as I braced myself against the sink, trying to breathe, trying to think… trying not to remember how it felt when his mouth was on me, when my body gave in, when I whimpered his name like a prayer I swore I’d never say again.

The bathroom echoed with silence, but I wasn’t alone.

Not really.

His presence lingered like an imprint on my skin, in my lungs, under my ribs. My knees still wobbled from the afterwave, from the raw, ...