Chapter 200 Maddening Love

• The rhythmic whir of the ceiling fan above me was the first thing I noticed, its dull spinning a stark contrast to the electric storm I had just been lost in. My heart was still pounding. My skin still tingled.
• A smile ghosted my lips before it fully bloomed, spreading heat across my cheeks. I turned onto my side, clutching the pillow, burying my face into its softness, as if I could trap the remnants of that memory within its fabric.
• I had relived it—the day in the rain.