Would a man like Kane be loyal? Or is he just the kind of guy you take home for a wild night? I’ve obviously never done that, but maybe when I build the courage up and slide past this heartbreak a little it’s exactly what I’ll need.

Even though his manly scent is still all over me I can feel the absence of his strong hands, and I nearly regret not inviting him over.

This big house is too quiet, so as I walk to the fridge, I rip the canvas from the wall and take a knife to it. Fuck him and fuck this ugly ass painting. The sound of the fabric ripping fills the house.

I dip into the fridge, gripping a bottle of scarlet red wine, and stumble upstairs.

I can’t get Kane out of my mind, and with any courage, I would have invited him home, but I’m a virgin, and what’s an inexperienced girl going to do with a man like him? He would have gotten here and been so disappointed with me.

I watch the steaming flow of hot water drain into the large porcelain tub, pouring a little bubble bath in. If I can’t have Kane in real life, I can sure pretend he’s here, touching me.

The bathroom is lit by a single golden light and two flickering candles. I love little romantic things like this, but I’ve never had anyone to do them for me, so I just do them myself.

Jade has made sure to equip me with all her favorite toys in my nightstand drawer. I bypass the dildos, never wanting to pop my cherry accidently, so I grab a little rabbit vibrator. He’s waterproof, and my go to. I sink into the full bath after turning on a little music.

My breasts are exposed to the cool air, but the rest of my body is submerged in the steaming water. The air kicks on and a rush of cool makes my nipples pucker. I touch them, and then I turn the bottle to get one last swig of deep red before turning on the rabbit.

It makes a funny sound when it sinks into the tub, going below the bubbles and disappearing. I lead it where I want, and the moment the vibration touches my clit, I close my eyes and imagine Kane is here.

I imagine him taking his warm, inked finger and rubbing my throbbing flower. Making me cum in his capable hands, the way he picked me up earlier was enough to make me wet.

But his tongue. That’s why I made a bath, to feel that warmth like I did when his tongue swirled in my mouth, like it did on the mound of my breast when he licked the salt from my skin.

I moan his name.