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.

her phone and sighed before putting her

John was resistant to her, but she kept

her shameless, just like that one time before this where she became extremely bold

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

his shower and came out

she quickly jumped down from

then slammed the bathroom door

the bathroom was still damp, it was still rather

for a few moments before undressing

health reasons, she had to

water temperature slightly

those images, the more her brain would not

to recall even more images, including the time she lost

pleasant experience; apart from pain, she could not feel anything

bodies were

never loved her and still did not, but he could still get so excited when making