Odessa's POV
Once in the bathroom, I shut the door behind me, leaning against it and trying to catch my breath. The room felt steamy and full of his lingering presence. His towel was on the floor, and a razor rested on the sink. The air smelled of his soap—sandalwood mixed with something distinctly him. It was like being enveloped in his essence.
I took a quick shower, my mind racing and mechanical. The water was scalding hot, but it couldn’t erase the memories of his hands on me or the way he whispered 'Mama' against my skin. I scrubbed my body until my skin turned pink and tender, but instead of feeling clean, I became more aware of every drop of water, each one feeling like his touch.
When I was done,I found myself with nothing to wear except the robe I had arrived in—a torn, worn-ou
