"That lying son of a b***h!" I curse him, unable to believe what came out of my yesterday's slip. I look up at Jake, who is shaking his head at me in disappointment. "Seriously, you're going to believe him now? I told you we didn't do it!" I protest, waving my arms around in frustration.
"Then what did you do?" he asks in an even quieter voice, his eyes glistening like daggers. I suddenly find myself at loss of words. "What. Did you do," he asks again, his voice starting to tremble. Uh-oh. If I don't get this out, he's going to lose control and turn. This isn't like him.
"I let him touch my boobs," I finally admit with a quiet voice. His face becomes a mask of coldness. I've never felt so ashamed in my entire life. Not even when I went around, making out with guys for fun. This is Jake,
