AURELIA

It was the weekend.

Facing the mirror, I reapplied my lip gloss, pulling my hair into a high ponytail as I assessed my appearance with a critical eye. I paused on noticing the hickeys on my neck.

‘You do things to me, Aurelia, things that made me go mad,’

Heat burst in my cheeks, and I stood frozen for a moment, my eyes rounding as the events of the day before replayed in my mind.

I was still sore….

I squeezed my eyes shut and shook my head, heaving a sigh as I let my hair ...