Chapter Nineteen

She slumped to the floor of her room and held her underwear tight to her. She had never felt so humiliated. She blamed the bond for making her weak and respond to him. She was sure that if not for the bond, she wouldn't have responded.

She struggled to move her weak legs to the bathroom to wash off every bit of him. She didn't want anything to remind her of him. But when she stepped into the bathtub, he was all she could think of. The scene kept playing in her head. She felt herself getting wet and it was not from the water. She clamped her legs shut.

She washed herself clean removing the evidence of what they had done. She wore the bathrobe when she was done. She opened the door to her room and almost screamed when she saw a figure in her room. Its back was to her. Before a sound could leave her mouth, the person turned swiftly and covered her waist.

"Shh! It's me." He said and she relaxed.

She stared at his hand on her waist and moved her eyes back to his face. He looked uncertain.