Thinking started with taking a shower.
Jace wasn't waking up for a while, and my skin was crawling with the sensation of filthiness. Washing off Jace's come was priority one.
It felt like he'd marked me as his, and I didn't know what to do with the mix of reflexive horror. I didn't belong to anyone, dammit! — and arousal that left me with.
Once I'd washed, extensively and thoroughly, it still felt like he'd marked me, like physically removing the evidence of how he'd had me wasn't close to enough.
It was weird, because that wasn't how it'd worked before. I was good at washing that man right out of my hair, to grossly misuse a really awesome musical number.
After what Parker had done to me, I'd felt more lingering disgust over that shaman watching than over Parker himself.
Yeah, I was furious, and yeah, I wanted revenge and would never forget how it felt — but I didn't feel dirty.
