Closing my eyes, I stood under the spray but it didn’t soothe me. All I saw in my mind was Luca looking at Rachel. It would be better if there had been lust on his face. Lust I could deal with, but this was just a cold nothing. I shivered despite the heat of the water. When I came out of the bathroom, wrapping a towel around my waist, Rachel lay on the bed, watching me. She had removed the ugly dress and just lay there in her bra and panties. “Sober now?” I asked her, before I saw the glass of wine that sat beside her on the nightstand. “Guess not.” “I like it. It makes me feel…nice.” Her voice was so soft that she was hard to hear. “Come over here.” She patted the space beside her and I didn’t move immediately. It was times like these that she confused me‒when she was so welcoming, almost as if her wall had crumbled down, but I knew that it wasn’t the truth and that wall was constantly there between us, and her act and machinations were like empty battlements; a trick when waiting behind them were men with arrows ready to fire into your core.
What do You think about Aaron: Book Three (Scars 3)?
