A LITTLE TOUCH-STARVED OMEGA

RAIN

We leave the store and the salesperson serving us tells us they will be sending the clothes back to the house.

None of them blink twice or even look away, maintaining a professional appearance, even if they can see that I am flushed, probably could hear the clapping sounds coming from the dressing room.

Even though I look like I have just been fucked and I am still in that energy.

Getting on the bike and sitting down is a little hard this time because my ass feels like it has been torn open. Liam looks at me, and I shake my head, wrapping my arms around him before we take off.

"I should warn you, you can't rub against each other after getting the tattoo. It's all to avoid skin irritation and for it to heal faster. So no swimming, no tight clothes, and no sex," the girl tells me as I lay on the table.

My cheeks redden when she says the last part. "uuh, okay."