Chapter 11 Finger Fucking Her

• Freda’s POV
• As I entered the restroom, my heart was still racing, my mind filled with a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. I couldn't shake off the feeling of Hardin's touch, the way it made my skin tingle, even though I knew deep down that I didn't want it.
• I stared at my reflection in the mirror, searching for answers, trying to make sense of the chaos inside me. My eyes, usually filled with confidence, now held a glimmer of confusion and vulnerability. How did I let myself be affected by his touch? Why couldn't I deny the fact that it stirred something within me?