Again

Arabelle lay still on the couch, staring at the entrance to the kitchen. She hated how he had ruined it for her. Now, she couldn't even step inside without thinking about what had happened there yesterday. The memories made her shudder, her body betraying her with a faint ache that wouldn't go away. Damn it! Rafael Ignis was impossible. He had turned her life upside down in just a few hours.

Good thing she had sent him away so quickly. She couldn't imagine what would have happened if she had let him stay the night. Her kitchen, her bathroom, even her bedroom—they all felt ruined now. She couldn't be in those places without seeing flashes of him, of them, and everything they'd done. She could not even be in these place without imagining him and herself naked. And they had not even done anything in that bedroom... which was a shame really... She shook her head. Nope. Not going to digress there.