Cassia lay submerged under the warm bath water, her eyes closed, trying to forget, to think of anything but the past night. But no, his face was seared onto the inside of her eyelids. She sat up suddenly, water splashed over the flagstone floor, her mood swung from disbeleif and sorrow to anger that made her scowl and want to break things, specifically his cock. The water had turned an uncomftable shade of pink. She stepped out of the tub and wrapped herself in a towel, a white towel, she tried not to think of the irony.