Chapter 109 One-hundred And Nine

• Millicent
• Abel followed me to my bedroom, and I could feel his eyes on me the whole way. The sheet I'd wrapped around myself felt like sandpaper against my hypersensitive skin, but being naked in front of him felt like too much. Even though we both knew that sheet would be gone in minutes.
• My bedroom was a disaster. Sheets twisted and damp with sweat, pillows thrown everywhere from my restless thrashing, the scent of my failed attempts at relief heavy in the air. I'd been in here for hours, trying to handle the heat myself, touching myself until my wrist ached but finding no real relief.