“What are you doing in his office all the time?”
I kept silence, my nerves scuttering beneath my skin from the question. Does he know? I thought disparagingly. Voices crescendoed in my head, his eyes glowered down at me. You’re dirty, Lilah. He’ll hate you. Shame coiled around my neck, making it hard to breathe. You’re just a w***e. Slut. b***h. I opened my mouth to speak, trying to clear the voices out of my head.
“Asher, I--”
“What are you both doing?” a voice asked from behind me. I jumped back to see Daphne and Hazel, both looking at us suspiciously. Daphne looked between Asher and I. Guilt and anger written on our faces. “Did we cut in--?”
“No,” I answered, slightly thankful she’d appeared in time. I wasn’t ready to admit my wrongs to Asher, to have him hate me. “We were just talk
