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

the beginning, John was resistant to her, but she kept throwing herself

the alcohol that she consumed had made her shameless, just like that one time before this where she became extremely bold and shameless after

knees and buried her face in them. She tried to think of

with his shower and came out

she quickly jumped down from the couch and went into

then slammed the bathroom door

the bathroom was still damp, it

a few moments before undressing

but for health reasons, she had to let go of that

the water temperature slightly down and stood

to forget those images, the more her

started to recall

her, that was not a pleasant experience; apart from pain, she could not feel

bodies were indeed

her and still did not, but he could still