Ana took a cold shower to calm herself after the state Khai had left her in. She stood under the water for a long time, unable to forget his touches. Her fingers pruned and she felt a slight shiver when she finally decided to get out and get dressed for dinner.
She looked at herself in the mirror her gaze moving from her wet hair that was sticking to her face, to her thick eyebrows and small lips. Shivers ran through her as her hands moved to touch her neck and lightly trailed down to her collarbone, then her round breasts, brushing them lightly.
Suddenly her gaze went from that of wonder to remorse. Her hands lightly brushed over the scar tissue where her mother had healed her the day Sean broke her ribs. A tear slid down her cheek in anger at what happened to her. She quickly wrapped the towel back around herself and got dressed, coaching herself to be braver around Sean. Khai's words kept flashing in her mind. When she was scared, it was his face she would think of.
