She looked up as water poured down her head, allowing the droplets to fall on her face and then flow down her body. It slowly washed out the bubbles that adhered to her skin, hopefully cleansing her of the evidence he left in her body.
Avana rushed to her room to take a shower and change after her unexpected encounter with her fiance. She could still smell his masculine scent clinging to her skin, making her scrub herself off more thoroughly.
Unfortunately, his bite marks stained her porcelain skin. No cleaning agent could ever wash that off her skin, but only time. Funnily, her body could heal any wound or broken bones, but his mark remained fresh like a sign, reminding her that he owned her.
"Are you mad?" But, of course, that was a terrible idea. She seemed to be considering his suggestion earlier. Her mind could not stop thinking about it.
