Chapter 5
Before bed, I filled the marble bathtub completely, wanting to wash away every
trace of Ethan’s touch.
But when I took off my silk robe, the purple–blue marks on my skin were still
clearly visible–his possessive fingerprints on my hips, his teeth marks on my neck
and breasts.
Memories from last night flooded back involuntarily.
The burning heat of his skin as we celebrated the successful mission, his hot breath against my ear when we were lost in passion-“You’re mine, Emma, always mine“-the lingering warmth seemed to still surround me.
I shook my head violently, trying to shake off these ridiculous thoughts.
I found the roughest loofah and scrubbed my skin over and over until my entire body was red and raw.
Trying desperately to erase the most shameful memory of my life–believing I was special to him.
The result was that I was in so much pain I couldn’t sleep all night.
Ethan, predictably, didn’t send any messages.
Breaking our uninterrupted six–year habit of saying goodnight to each other since we first got phones as Moretti associates.
This was probably for the best.
This day would have come sooner or later anyway.
Time to start detoxing from him tonight.
I drifted in and out of sleep until just before dawn.
The next morning while I was still sound asleep, I suddenly felt someone plant a gentle kiss on my forehead in my dream.
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