The shower was long and lonely. As she stepped back into the beige and brown room, a towel wrapped around her chest, she caught sight of her reflection in the mirror.
A red hickey stood out, a glaring reminder of how good his touch had felt.
She sighed, her fingers tracing the mark. Her skin still felt hot, even after the shower. His kiss lingered, a phantom sensation that made her want more.
On the bed lay a shirt and shorts. She slipped into the outfit, the shirt was so oversized it reached mid-thigh, and the shorts hugged her waist perfectly.
The scent of him clung to the fabric, comforting and intoxicating.
She found herself taking a deep sniff, her cheeks warming at the indulgence.
The clock read 9 p.m. If she planned to study at midnight, she needed to sleep now.
She snuggled into the thick duvet, turned off the lights, and drifted into a deep sleep.
The darkness surrounded her like a cloak , her heart pounding, hands clammy she clutched at the sheets.
