Chapter 135 A Tense Encounter

• As I lingered in the warmth of the shower, memories of Michael flooded my mind. The way he kissed me, the way his touch seemed to ignite every nerve in my body—it was all too vivid, too intense. Before meeting him, I rarely thought about sex. The few encounters I had with Robert were nothing short of revolting, leaving me cold and disgusted. For a time, I even believed that I was incapable of experiencing real pleasure. But Michael had awakened something deep inside me, something I didn’t know was there.
• My hand moved almost involuntarily, tracing the path that Michael’s fingers had taken on my body. I imagined it was his hand touching me again, his fingers pressing into my skin. I tried to recreate that sensation, pressing harder, trying to feel the same pleasure. But it wasn’t the same. It wasn’t enough. A frustrated moan escaped my lips as I explored my body, but it was clear—what I wanted, what my body craved, wasn’t something I could give myself.
• Sighing, I pulled my hands away, rinsing them under the hot water. The realization that my body had somehow accepted Michael as its owner made me uneasy. I shook off the thoughts, closing my eyes and letting the water wash away the last traces of soap. After rinsing my hair, I reached for the towel hanging nearby, drying myself off before wrapping it tightly around my body.