The first thing I registered was the dull ache that had settled low in my body, then came the exhaustion, and then the recollection of everything.
My eyelids felt rough from within as I blinked a couple of times to clear my vision; the room was dim, the light outside had turned orange, telling me it was either dawn or dusk. It took a moment for the chandelier above me to stop swirling, it felt like I was drunk, or hungover perhaps.
Perhaps th desperate, raw need had that effect on me; the way I'd ridden him, how upset I had been. I shook my head. Thinking about it didn't make me feel good, I felt almost guilty; the slaps, the way I had spoken to him, the way I had screamed loudly.
A hot flush crawled up my neck. I pressed the heels of my hands against my eyes, trying to push the images away, but they were vivid and stubborn.
