I walk out of the bedroom and close the door behind me with a soft click. I pat my face. It's still so hot I feel like I am blushing. I take a deep, shaky breath trying to calm down.
I whisper to myself, "It's just a normal reaction. There is nothing to feel guilty about."
When I walked into this fake marriage, I truly thought I would come out unscathed, but here I am, drawn to Vega like a stupid moth to a flame. But unlike a moth I know I will get burnt but I still want to be close to the fire.
I walk away, thinking, maybe just... maybe I might need that rose vibrator after all.
I walk downstairs and Amelia, who is sitting in the lounge drinking tea, spots me. She smiles and says, "Come sit with me."
I walk over and sit down next to her. Amelia, with her well-manicured fingers, gently brushes a strand of my hair to the side. "You need a haircut soon. Would you like to go with me?"
I, who normally cut my own hair, ask, "Is it that bad?"
