Sofia

My fingers fumbled with the button of my jeans, shaking not from the cold, but from a cocktail of adrenaline and desperation. I kicked the wet denim into the corner, followed by my blouse. My bra and underwear landed on the pile a second later.

I stood there for a moment, naked in the dim recessed lighting, listening to the silence of the house. My skin felt tight, humming with the electricity of the last hour.

I looked at my reflection in the full-length mirror. My hair was wild, ...