Sofia

I stood in the bathroom at the back of the plane, staring at the pile of clothes on the vanity. I picked up my panties, and my hands trembled slightly as I pulled them up my legs.

The moment the elastic band snapped into place, the fabric rubbed directly against the raw, tender skin of my inner thigh. I hissed, a sharp intake of breath through my teeth.

The fresh tattoo Luca had carved into me less than twelve hours ago was angry and swollen. The friction of the cotton felt like ...