70. I SPIT ON YOUR GRAVE PART I

My hands ran through my hair so many times my fingers were cut with the blood rushing through skin but I cared none. My fingers came back to my lips, brushing them over the soft skin with the memory coming ten folds, a memory I did not want to have. What had he been thinking? I wanted to groan but my head immediately shot to the king, a bulging form under the sheets. His soft groans graced my ears reminding me of the abandonment that had taken place. The guilt came like a whole bucket of cold water just washing over me.

I smelt of Brum, I tasted of Brum. My hands quickly falling from my face as my feet quickly pat through the room and all I could do was to thank the goddess that Conri was still unconscious. He was already having difficulty with the idea of me and Brum then to find out that something did actually happen.

The water ran through the shower head with such force, the steam immediately rising as I peeled off the clothes from my bod