eighty two

Evelyn’s POV

“Dammit!” I yelled angrily as I sank into the warm water, the steam enveloping me, I couldn't help but replay the events of the night in my mind. The water provided some comfort, but it couldn't wash away the whirlwind of emotions coursing through me.

Regret gnawed at my heart, its grip tightening with every passing second. How did I let myself get carried away? I never intended for things to go this far, but in the heat of the moment, my judgment had been clouded. The allure of Drake's presence had been intoxicating, drawing me in like a moth to a flame.

My mind raced with questions. What had possessed me to give in to temptation? Was it a momentary lapse in judgment or a deeper desire that I had been suppressing? Doubt and self-blame swirled within me, casting a shadow over my thoughts.

The scent of Drake lingered on my skin, a constant reminder of the intimate encounter we had shared. I scrubbed my body relentlessly, hoping to rid myself of his presence, but it seemed