Erin’s POV
I pulled myself off him, feeling a wave of shame crossing me. I grabbed my underpants off the ground and slipped them back on, adjusting my skirt and pulling my hair out of my face and into its usual bun.
By the time I finished, I turned back to Gavin. He was already fully dressed and standing. I hadn’t even seen him moving.
He was watching me with concern in his eyes.
I heard what he had said moments ago, but I was trying to play it off like I hadn’t.
“You should go…” I told him, trying to keep my tone even.
“Erin—”
“I’m married, Gavin,” I snapped at him, tears filling my eyes. “Can’t you respect that? Can’t you respect me?”
A flash of hurt went through his eyes and for a moment, I thought he was going to argue with me. But he didn’t.
He sighed.
“I’ll be l
