I sauntered into my bedroom, in my nude lingerie, and closed the door softly behind me. I thought a candle-lit bubble bath would help relieve my mind and body from the events of last night, but the sound of defeat continued to linger. The feeling and fear of Logan gripped me from all sides since he left this morning. There was no chance that I could ever see him the same after what he did to me.
I collapsed on my bed and took a deep breath to try and hold back the tears. For a split second, I thought about what it would be like to be free and truly happy. But I couldn't. I shut my eyes tightly, praying to God to erase the memories from last night from my mind, along with the forbidden feelings he unveiled out of me.
Why am I allowing him to affect me so much? Brushing away the tea
