Chapter 11: Seduced by Midnight
**Kait**
The weight of what I’ve done sinks in slowly, the world tilting on its own accord, my legs providing no stability.
I can’t breathe. The air is too thick, and my body heavy, but I run my fingers through my hair and let the soap run down my body and into the drain.
Steam rises from the top of the shower. I can see it collecting on the mirror, fogging the image of the man who stands there, toothbrush in hand.
I turn the water off and open the curtain, cold air prickling my skin.
John turns, that lavish smile returning to his face, and winks at me. “Enjoy yourself?” he asks me.
He leans his hip against the vanity and crosses his arms over his chest. His naked chest glistens with moisture, his baggy sweatpants doing little to hide what’s beneath them.
“I did,” I say, stepping out of the tub and wrapping a towel around me.
“Oh, there’s no need for that,” he says, snatching the towel away before I can secure it.