Her phone pinged while she decided on whether or not a bath would do or a shower. Honestly she needed something to pummel her with some sort of pressure to rid her of the feeling of his body, she huffed, so a shower would do. It had to.
Olivia looked at her phone once more finding that the message hadn’t been from Rosaline, but a new number she hadn’t recognized.
She frowned at it and made a mental note to call the service she had to block said numbers and find out how this one slipped through. In the meantime, she set it aside and got ready for her shower as the steam claimed the room.
It seemed to be forever since she actually enjoyed showers. Back when she was nine, she would have them here and there and they were alright but nothing beat taking a bath. There she could soak and so
