Cee's POV
I stood in the luxurious bathroom, its opulent details almost surreal in the morning light. The marble countertops gleamed, and the spacious shower with its glass doors looked like something out of a magazine.
I barely noticed any of it, though, as I stared at my reflection in the mirror with my bathrobe on the floor.My eyes traveled over the marks on my neck - hickeys. Jay's hickeys from last night.
I gingerly touched one, feeling a mixture of emotions surge through me. The evidence of what had happened was stark against my skin, each mark a reminder of what happened last night . I leaned closer to the mirror, tracing the outline of one of the bruises.
My mind raced, replaying Jay's words over and over. He had only wanted to help, but the intimacy of it all left me feeling exposed and vulnerable.
How could things have escalated to
this point?
One moment I was at the club, seeking a brief escape from reality, and the next, I was here, grappling with the aftermath of a night that had spun wildly out of control and feeling too drawn to Jay.
Jay had saved me, protected me from something far worse. Yet the way he had done it... I wasn't sure how to process that. Was he only trying to help me or did he actually do it to take advantage of me?
I loved Jay, I really did... But it suddenly hurt me. He saw me, touched me, did things to me...like these hickeys, and now, there was no point in trying to escape. I had no choice but to love him, fantasize about him being mine and be lovesick forever.
All it takes is just one look at him, and I'll end up running back to him. I'm addicted to him...
I... I dunno anymore!
I felt like crying but I couldn't find my tears. I stared at my naked self, focusing mainly on the red marks on my neck and my collarbone. I didn't know what to feel anymore.
I was lost in my thoughts. Everything in was about Jay, Jay and Jay always.
That was until I heard the bathroom door open up. I froze in fear. I couldn't turn around to face whoever it was or try to grab my bathrobe. I trembled as I looked at who it was through the mirror.
Oh, no...Not again!
It was Jay!
I could see him blush as he stared at me from behind. He was half-naked, his towel around his waist.
Trying not to turn around, I found my composure and quickly picked my robe from the floor.
(A/N: He saw what he saw... ;))
"I-I'm sorry about that... I thought you'd use my bathroom, " he looked away,still blushing. I swallowed in hard as I covered my front parts with the bathrobe instead of putting it on. I was a confused human being at that time.
I thought it'd be rude to take custody of his room so I went to the guest room instead when I realized that the coast was clear.
What do I do?!What do I do?!
I couldn't speak. All my words were stuck in my throat. I prayed that he'd go away. I needed some space... from him and reality.
"Cee... " he said, seeking my attention. I was still trembling and my breath grew heavy. I tried to keep my cool, I didn't want him to be worried about me.
"I-It's okay, I-I'm fine, " I turned around to face him. I tried hard to smile but it seemed soo fake that I cringed inwardly.
I tried not to meet his gaze. My smile dropped instantly when he gave me a pained expression. My heart ached and I looked down.
