Rachel walked back to her room on unsteady legs.
Her body was still humming from the angry s*x against the wall. Her thighs felt sticky, her core slightly sore, and her back had faint scrapes from being pressed so hard against the surface. She kept her head down as she moved through the hallway, hoping no one would see her flushed face or messy hair.
The moment she closed her door behind her, she leaned against it and let out a long, shaky breath. The day had been too much. The family dinner. The cruel comments. Kylian defending her. Their furious, passionate encounter right after. Everything felt like it was spinning out of control.
She took a quick shower, trying to wash away the evidence of what happened. But no matter how much soap she used, she couldn’t wash away the memory of his
