The Returning Ex

Upon entering the hotel room, Sophia did not go straight into her room.

Instead, she sat on the couch. “You’re going to use the bathroom, aren’t you? You can go first.”

John looked at her, remained silent, and went to grab his pajamas before entering the bathroom.

The bathroom door was not closed all the way, so if one paid enough attention, one could hear the sound of running water.

While she sat on the couch and was on her phone, some strange images appeared in her head.

Those images were vague before this, but all of a sudden, they were now clear as crystal.

One of them was the image of the naked John standing below the showerhead, and she recalled that he was frightened when he saw her undress upon entering the bathroom.

D*mn it. She had way too much alcohol that day, so she should not be remembering all these details.

Why did everything come back to her now?

Not only that, but she even recalled how John tormented her in bed.

put down her phone and sighed before putting her hands over her

resistant to her, but she

that she consumed had made her shameless, just like that one time before this

arms around her knees and buried her face in them. She tried to think of some political theories to replace the censored

his shower and came out properly

the sound of him coming out of the bathroom, she quickly jumped down

bathroom door and locked

though the bathroom was still damp,

few moments before undressing and

for health reasons, she had

the water temperature slightly down

more she tried to forget those images, the more

moment the cold water landed on her body, she started to recall even more images, including the time she

was not a pleasant experience; apart from pain, she could not feel anything else, even though she remembered how excited John

and bodies

her and still did not, but he could still get so