As I headed to my room, I could smell his scent all over me. My body craved a shower. I made it to my room and grabbed what I needed. My room was on the small side but thankfully I had my own bathroom.
I turn on the hot water and put my stuff in the sink. Pulling my hair out of its bun and taking my clothes off I quickly hop into the shower. The hot water burned on my skin as I recalled what happened in the gym.
I scrubbed my neck and my chest trying to wash the memory away. What was that and why did I let it happen? Did I like it?
Tears fell down my face and mixed with the water. I squeezed my legs to my chest and let myself cry. Letting the water wash it all away.
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I’ve loved reading ever since I was little. I first came across the library a few weeks after I moved in. The smell of the books piqued my curiosity and I’ve found a safe space to escape to.
