Chapter 92

Freya’s POV

“I don’t mean this the wrong way, Freya, but for someone that was assaulted sexually an hour ago, your skin is glowing extraordinarily.” She says as I dry my now damp hair with a towel.

I’m fresh from a well-deserved bath that has washed all that bloody mess away from body.

My hair is still dripping wet in some parts as I towel dry the other side.

Her comment makes me turn to her nervously.

“I-I don’t understand what you mean.”

“Well, for one thing, you’re humming to yourself. I’d think you’d be a shivering mess. Not like I don’t like you being chill right now. This is just a total different expression from you.”

She watches me worriedly while I pass a nervous laugh.

Of course I’d be humming after a mind blowing orgasm that, for some reason, got rid of that splitting headache I’d been having from all that reading, and made me forget the whole ordeal partially.

Of course, I couldn’t tell her I had just been fing