#Chapter84

Sitting on the old wooden bench in our rooftop garden, I continuously stared at my own fingers, those images replaying themselves over and over again in my head.

His hands all over my bare skin, our bodies completely naked, that intense sensation flowing inside me and those weird sounds my lips kept escaping as he kept touching me...

Our bodies conjoined...

This is so weird...

I sighed, feeling so...conflicted...

Never in my such long life have I ever felt this foreign sensations...

I was so used to feel that same, pure disgust...everytime a man tried to touch me -well, maybe because they were mostly forced...but still...

This...this felt so...different......