Sober Confession

In the suite on the 28th floor, Leona had just stepped out of the bathroom. She walked slowly, still holding back the dull ache between her legs.

A thick white hotel robe wrapped around her body, its belt tied loosely at the waist. Her long hair was wet, small drops falling to dampen her shoulders and the robe's hem. The warmth of the bathroom steam still clung to her skin, making her face appear