Meanwhile, Fiona stared blankly at her phone screen. After a long pause, she opened a fruit salad website and ordered four cups.
"Fallyn," she locked the screen, "you will have to learn the hard way."
With a tired sigh, she stepped into the bathroom; warm water cascaded down her body, washing away the stress from an hour ago.
She closed her eyes, but instead of peace, a familiar voice slipped into her thoughts.
"Do you want to kiss?"
The memory returned with startling clarity; she opened her eyes instantly. Her breath hitched; suddenly, heat surged through her body.
She slowly closed her eyes again.
"Do you want to kiss?"
The word repeated as her memory jolted back to his forceful kiss. Her right hand slowly brushes her stomach, moving upward until it reaches her chest, then she slowly grabs her breast.
"Haa," she moaned softly.
"Do you want to kiss?"
