Violet knew the exact moment he entered the room as she pretended to be fast asleep on the bed.
The faint smell of blood trailing after him as he slowly made his way to the bathroom even as she tightly shut her eyes and faced the wall.
'Please! Don't touch me!' she internally begged, hoping that Cain would immediately go to sleep instead of demanding for them to continue from where they stopped.
When she had been seconds away from kissing him, the thought made heat wash over her face as she dug her head into the sheets even more.
Her thoughts were still whirling around when she heard the sound of the bathroom door being opened.
Cain's footsteps echoed as he stepped out, her mind already imagining his body as he dried himself, even without her turning her face to look at him.
'Violet, what kind of person have you become?' she asked herself, wondering why, when it came to Cain, his body was something that she couldn't stop thinking about.
