~Lily~
I was trying to scrub my skin off.
Literally.
Like if I pressed the sponge hard enough into my flesh, I could erase it. The memory. The scent. The way he touched me like I belonged to him. Like I wanted to belong to him. Like I was already his.
I wasn’t crying. Not really. But my eyes were stinging, and the water was way too hot. Hot enough to scald. Hot enough to make my skin red.
Good.
Let it burn.
Let it f*****g burn until I stop smelling like him. Until the soreness between my thighs stops throbbing. Until my n*****s stop tingling just from remembering the way his teeth sank into them like he wanted to mark me forever. Until I forget the sound of my own voice screaming his name like it was the only word I’d ever known.
Alex.
I screamed Alex.
Not Connor.
God.
I have
