Leilani.
My skin was sore from how excessively I've been scrubbing at it ever since I stepped into the shower fifteen minutes ago, but despite this, and the searing hot water cascading down my body like a fucking tsunami, I could still smell him on me.
Caelum.
The bastard who had insulted me in ways unimaginable today. The fool who for some reason, my body still reacted to like a damn wanton.
Tears burned in the corners of my eyes as memories from our encounter flashed across my mind, and in rage, I squeezed hard on the hose of my detachable shower head whilst imagining it as his throat.
And Goddess help me, it'll be his throat soon…
I was however snapped out of my daydream when the sound of my phone ringing in my room caught my ears. Curious, I dashed for it, ignoring the way I was dripping water all over the place.
I quickly picked up the phone from my dresser and frowned instantly. The number was unsaved. Unrecognised.
Who the fuck is this?
