I walked angrily down the hallway on the way to my own bedroom and laid down.
Groaning, I grabbed one of my English Lit books, ‘Wuthering Heights,’ and tried to get some reading done. That was a mistake…
Cathy and Heathcliff were at least 20 years apart in age, at least that was what the analytical footnotes in my academic copy told me. Well, I’d succeeded in distracting myself from Bethany, but now Ellis crept back into my mind.
My stomach flopped and I rested the book on my face, closing my eyes. Suddenly, it felt like I was back in that room, my wrists bound as Ellis brought me to the brink of pleasure over and over again.
How his strong body had pinned me down, the way he dominated me and still made my pleasure a priority.
Shuddering, I curled on my side and pushed the book away. I had to get back to my normal routine if I was going to move past everything that had been happening.