Chapter 27 Aphrodite

• I followed Roselyn towards her old bedroom. To my surprise, it looked exactly the same as the first time, yet it was now imbued with a certain gloom, as if the memory of our goodbye was still echoing through the lushy decorated walls. The bed was unmade, and the chandelier was dim. However, I still noticed something lying on the sheets-- It was a vibrator.
• I couldn’t help but wonder, had Roselyn planned our steamy encounter all along? Or was she simply playing with herself a few hours ago?
• She embraced me from behind, and her hands wandered from my nape to my ribs, brushing my breasts and my collarbone in the process. She took my dress off carefully, taking her time to trace the fabric and rub it against my skin. I could feel my cheeks flushing, and, for a second, the faint of her perfume reminded me of our very first kiss. It reminded me of Aphrodite, the Greek goddess that was now spying us from the hand painted mural on the wall.