Aurora's pov
When I opened my eyes the next morning , the sun light coming through the curtains hit my face.
I tried to clear my head of the fog as I blinked confusedly.
I was in pain as I tried to sit up.
Something between my thighs throbbed with a pulsing discomfort and my legs felt heavy. It took me a moment to realize why
The memories then rushed back.
His hand. his mouth. The way his body pressed against mine lifting me and drawing me in, that a sense of unadulterated desperate need.
Then I realized that I had lost my virginity to a stranger.
A wave of shame swept through me seeping into every part of me as I drew the sheets over my body.
What had I done?
This is not how I wanted to lose my virginity. Not to some stranger who I barely remember now.
I felt shame crept up my body like cold water
Then I caught sight of something.
. I looked at the mess of sheets next to me and I realised that I was all alone.
He wasn't here and his side of the bed was cold. I felt a surge of relief but it was soon followed by a wave of shame. I didnt know who he was where I was or what I had done.
With my heart pounding I pulled the sheets closer around me. He was nowhere in the room and I had no idea where he was.
His shirt was next to me on the floor. I put it on mindlessly and as the fabric hung loosely around my body the hem just barely touched my thighs I thought of what next to do.
I got up shakily still trying to make sense of what had happened that night.
I remembered little but and the dull ache between my legs served as a continual reminder that I had given myself wholeheartedly to a stranger.
I had to leave this place, if he sees me, I'm doom, the whole pack will hate me definitely .
It was late morning almost noon when I looked out of the wind .I swiftly grabbed my phone off the nightstand and looked at the time.
I couldn't to stay here any longer. I didnt want to confront him or let him see how ashamed I was.
My heart stopped when I heard the bathroom door open. I froze and my breath caught in my throat . I didn't want him to see me. Not like this.
I spun on my feet as I hurried to the door and fumbled for my shoes.
Him seeing me in this state—embarrassed , remorseful and overcome with a persistent sense of loss—was the last thing I wanted.
What if he was someone I know?
My heart was racing and without daring to look back I flung open the door and ran down the hallway.
I could hear his voice calling out faintly behind me as I ran away. My face was flushed as I hurried down the stairs and out the front door.
The burst of fresh air hit me, outside was as busy as hell but I cared less.
I had no idea where I was going. All I knew was that I had to leave here. Immediately.
The sky was glowing orange as the sun started to set by the time I arrived home.
The cold air felt sharp against my skin and I shivered pulling the oversized shirt tighter around me. I locked the door behind me as I got to the apartment and flopped down on the couch burying my face in my hands.
The sound I wanted to make—a scream—got stuck in my throat. I couldn't understand what had happened or how it happened.
I didn't know who to blame so I blamed the alcohol
My phone buzzed I snapped out of my though. Mia had left a message.
***I wanted to know if you were alright. Give me a call when you can**
I gazed at the message for a while as a knot formed in my throat. I should have given her a call.
She had supported me through all of the drama with Bennett but this was something else.
I had to tell someone what had happened even though I didn't want to.
With trembling fingers I swiftly typed a message.
***It was chaotic last night. I have no idea what took place. I simply. . . I simply want to forget**
Before I could stop myself I hit send and threw the phone on the coffee table.
The stranger's touch , the heat between us and the sudden collision were all replayed in my mind as I gazed at the ceiling.
Although it was passionate and something which shouldn't have happened but it felt good.
It felt like a last-ditch effort to patch up a hole in my heart to do anything at all anything but confront the pain Bennett had caused.
And now I was. empty alone and only holding onto the shards of a one-night stand that I didn't know if I should regret or not.
I felt kinky. . . . I had to wash. Everything had to be washed away including his touch, his smell and the heat that was still burning in my body.
With my legs still unsteady I got up and stumbled to the restroom.
I removed the shirt and got into the shower, the hot water burned my skin but the embarrassment stayed. It wasn't just physical shame. It was something else.i was the girl who had threw her shame to the wind and enjoyed a rough night with a stranger.
.
As I tried to get my thoughts straight I let the water run over me but I couldn't help but think about him again. His gaze. His hot roaming hands. Would he care about me or even remember me?
Well, I didn't care and I didn't want to think about him again.
"Aurora!" I heard someone yelled from downstairs and I cursed under my breath.
Darn it. They are back . My life had returned. Back to endless torture and been a maid to my step sister and step mother.