Clara's POV
I slammed my bedroom door behind me and leaned against it, my heart still pounding from everything that had happened. My clothes were torn, my hair was a mess, and I could smell Darius all over my skin.
I felt disgusting. Like a pig that had been rolling around in mud.
I needed a shower immediately. The thought of going to bed feeling this dirty made my skin crawl. I stripped off my torn clothes and threw them in the corner, making a mental note to get rid of them tomorrow.
The hot water felt incredible against my skin, washing away the evidence of what we had done in the hallway. I scrubbed every inch of my body, trying to remove Darius's scent and the lingering sensations from his touch.
But no matter how hard I scrubbed, I could still feel the tender spot on my neck whe
