ELENA

He tasted like cigarettes.

I didn’t even know he smoked.

He made an attempt to slip his tongue into my mouth, but I didn’t let him.

What the hell is he doing here?

I was the only one at home. They had gone for an event since I was still recovering, they had to go without me. Which was exactly what I needed. A moment to be by myself. To breathe.

And yet… he’s here.

His hands wrapped around my waist as he guided me to the bed. I was painfully aware I was in nothing but my panties. I had planned my day take a shower, binge Netflix...