RHEA'S POV
When I woke up that morning, I thought I had dreamt about the night with Estefan, but the feeling of his bare skin on mine and the soreness between my legs was enough to prove that it wasn't.
As much as I wanted to regret giving my body to him like that, I couldn't bring myself to because it felt so right with him.
Still wrapped in my towel, I rummage through the closet, trying to look for an outfit that would hide all the love bites on my body, but I couldn't find any because they were all over my body. When I said all over my body, I meant all over.
A pair of hands snaked around from m behind and a deep voice whispered in my ear, "What are you doing?"
"I have no idea what to wear." I sighed, leaning into him.
"Your side of the closet is full of clothes that you haven't even touched once, so how come you don't know what to wear?" Estefan asked with confusion laced in his voice.
