PART 4-CHAPTER 165 JESS

The water pounded against my skin, the hot spray turning my thoughts into steam that swirled in the humid air around me. I let out a long breath, closing my eyes and resting my forehead against the cool tile wall. My muscles ached from the run, the exertion doing little to c I had hoped the long miles would wear me out, would drain the tension out of my body, but here was-tense as ever, my mind racing with thoughts of him.

Luke.

Again.

I shut off the water and stepped out of the shower, grabbing the towel and wrapping it tightly around myself. The cool air hit my damp skin, and I shivered, but the temperature didn't send a chill down my spine. It was the dreams. Unwelcome, unrelenting dreams of Luke. It's been so long since-

since everything fell apart. And yet, here I was, still thinking about him. About the way his lips felt on mine, about the heat that had rushed between us, igniting something primal and raw inside of me. Something I hadn't been able to shake, no matter how many runs I took o I toweled off my hair, staring blankly into the mirror. My

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reflection looked tired, but I wasn't just tired. I was frustrated- emotionally and... physically. I sighed, wrapping the towel

my room, feeling the ache in my legs from

do the

of distraction. Something to take the edge off. Something

I tried, my mind kept circling back to

he would stand so close, his presence overwhelming, filling up all the space around until I felt like I couldn't breathe. The way his hand would linger on my back, just a little too long, sending sparks shooting through my

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to the floor. Luke had moved on. I'd seen the headlines. The pictures. He had

still thinking about something that never even stood a chance. He deserved someone who was... whole anyway. Not a fractured little girl who's running away from a past she can't

I threw myself onto

as my mind wandered back to that night. That night, everything between us changed: His hands on my waist, pulling me close, the rough scrape of his stubble against my skin, the heat of his breath on my neck as I straddle him. I felt a flush rise up my neck, spreading

years. I should

something would happen-like seeing his face on TV or hearing his name

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