Chapter 33 Naked Boundaries Is The Italian Way

Amara's POV

I feel the cold brushing my body, my hands wanting to rest on a warm body only for it to be rested on a cold, empty bed. My eyes open slightly, my hand push me up from the soft mattress as I scan the room. My hands rushing in my messy curls as I sit up properly. I notice the balcony doors closed, which gave me relief. There was no note besides my head, I took the note that it was an emergency. Standing up I see my naked body; I stink of sex. I begin strolling towards the bathroom, my hands switch on the shower allowing it to be warm enough for me to come inside.

I stepped into the shower, toes flinching as they touched the chilled ceramic floor. My mind was in shreds; I would never get that picture out of my mind. I turned the dial, old and metallic, releasing thousands of lukewarm drops, darkening my hair and trickled down my back. My eyes fell closed over and over, each time showing me the images like photographs.