Chapter Eighteen
Harper
I watched the paint roll onto the wall under the roller I held. There was something so soothing and satisfying about painting. It could make a room an entirely different space. It painted away old marks and scars on the wall, leaving a fresh, clean surface behind. I hadn’t planned it this way, but it couldn’t have been a better activity for me after the day’s events. It was only three o’clock, yet my day had been chock full of emotional intensity to the point I felt punch-drunk from it all. The s*x with Alex had been, well, amazing, mind-blowing, earth shattering and so intimate it made me blush just thinking about it. Being taken from behind like that in the way only Alex could be rough and gentle at once had left me breathless and reeling. A steaming shower wher
