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

to her,

shameless, just like that one time before this

and buried her face in them. She

his shower and came out

of him coming out of the bathroom, she quickly jumped down from the couch and went into the bathroom

bathroom door and locked

still damp, it was

for a few moments before undressing and jumping

for health reasons, she had to let go of

she turned the water temperature slightly down and stood below the

more she tried to forget those images,

started to recall even more images, including the time

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

bodies were

he