Seven
Evelyn
When my front door finally slammed shut behind me, I let out a sigh of relief. I felt like the worst human being on the planet, and the only thing I needed was to be left alone with my own self-loathing.
I tossed my bag on my couch and stripped out of the black dress without stopping on my way to the shower. The sooner I could no longer smell Marcus on me, the sooner I could try to forget what I’d done.
Only the lukewarm spray from my semi-functioning shower couldn’t remove the delicate ache between my legs, and with every step I took while I got dressed and poured myself a bowl of cereal, I was reminded of the man who had made me feel things I didn’t even know existed.
If only things could have been different.
I sat down on my couch next to where I’d tossed my purse and
