Complications

Her hands pulled at her skin, wanting to wipe the scent of the stranger off of her. Because that's what he was, a stranger, someone she had just met. Laliana had given away her most prized possession, her innocence, to a complete stranger. She wanted to forget about that night and move on, but as her back touched the wall where she had stopped, she began to think about the previous night. To feel the connection they shared, albeit not enjoyable for the most part, she wanted to feel it again. She craved his touch but also wanted to skin herself alive. She was a walking paradox and hated herself for it.