As I stepped into the warm water of the bath, I could almost hear his voice. His dark chuckles filled my ears, his cool fingers traced over my skin. The impression of his lips on mine, unyielding in their passion, burned with the ghost of his touch. The coil tightened in my chest, wound so brutally it could only snap. I cried out, slamming my fists into the water, splashing it about the room.
Why did you leave him hoe??
