Who is he?

DEIRDRE

I lingered by the bathroom door, leaving only when I heard the sound of the door opening and closing, indicating that Matteo had likely exited the room.

Taking a deep breath, I peeled off Matteo's shirt, now clinging to my body like a second skin, and headed for the shower. Turning it on, I tested the water, feeling it splatter on my feet before stepping in.

As the warm water cascaded over my skin, Matteo's thoughts invaded my senses. I ran my hands through my hair, closing my eyes as my imagination ran wild. I resisted, but my desires took over.

For three years after leaving Matteo, I had tried not to think about my desires for him, but it was impossible. Thoughts of him lingered, driving away any other men who came into my life. No one compared to him.

Allowing my fingers to glide slowly down my body, I sighed, leaning against the shower wall. I couldn't recall the last time I had touched myself. Since having Kendall, I had convinced myself my libido was dead, but I knew bet