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22| I'm Going To Russia.

I exit the ensuite wrapping my towel around my body a little tighter than I usually would.

For some odd reason, I feel dirty, my body tingles with a forbidden sensation that has me questioning my sanity.

How could I want to be touched, sexually after my night's terror and by Amani, whom I'm not in a relationship with?

Does masturbating in the shower thinking of an ex make me a cheater?

Is there something mentally wrong with me?

Shouldn't I be feeling sorry for myself and sick to my stomach?

There are so many emotions bomb barding my mind and I don't know what to make of it.

As I peer up, I see Amani sitting on the foot of the bed with his head dipped, and wearing just a pair of sweats.

I falter in my strides and gasp with surprise as my heart momentarily ceases, and my breath hitches.

He looks up through narrowed eyes, they slowly glide up my body, drinking in each inch of my exposed flesh and I gnaw on my inner cheek suppressing a soft moan. As his gaze trails up my body,
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