Dionne
The thought came unbidden, and shame flooded through me so intensely I nearly dropped the rag. What was wrong with me? How could I even consider such a thing?
He'd hurt me. Starved me. Taken my daughter away. He was a monster who fed on blood and fear, who'd threatened to kill Nora just to watch me suffer. There was nothing attractive about him, nothing desirable. The very idea was obscene.
But my body didn't seem to agree with my mind's assessment.
As I moved around the room, cleaning away, I felt heat building low in my belly. My skin felt too tight and too sensitive. Every breath drew that musky scent deeper into my lungs, and with each inhalation, something inside me responded in ways that made me want to cry with humiliation.
