A Slap on His Face

*Patricia’s POV – the flashback*

His body fell on me as we both grappled to catch our breaths. I got used to the warmth of his body, which is why I panicked when he moved to the side and eventually stood to go to the bathroom. I curled my body and hugged my knees. I thought I’d be happier now that I finally felt him, but I was wrong. I lost something but never gained anything.

I allowed myself to cry, knowing that this was the last, but I did not expect to feel his hands. Quietly, he carried me towards the bathroom. There were no words between us, but it was enough for me to feel him on my back as I leaned on him while we sat quietly in the tub. For a while, he played with my fingers, but later, I felt him caressing my arms while his lips kissed the skin between my neck and my shoulders.

I let out a soft moan as I felt his hands cupped my breasts. He touched my chin and tilted my head for a passionate, longing kiss. We did it a