Meera~

There was something about caring that made you want more and more. I applied ointment on my ass cheeks, which are less sore now.

My cheeks heated up as yesterday's events flashed across my eyes. The way he touched me, the way he kissed the intimate part of my body just to lessen my pain, still makes my heartbeat quicken.

Should I hate him for his monstrous behavior, or should I be happy that the Abram I used to know—the caring one, the gentle one—is still there?

I decided not to wear my panty, just a pink cotton dress reaching my mid-thighs, leaving my brown hair loose, cascading down...