My First Time in the Bunker: Breaking Free from the Past
The bedroom door creaked open. Alain stood there, silhouette backlit by the dim corridor light. My heart hammered like a trapped animal. Sheets twisted around my legs, still damp from nightmares and that sudden rush of blood between my thighs. I’d cleaned up quick, but the metallic tang lingered. He hesitated, eyes searching mine. ‘Eva?…