Betrayed. My own guilty mind supplied.
I wanted, simultaneously, to relive every glorious moment of this morning, and to erase it, all at once. So I did the next best thing I could think of. I turned the shower to full blast, as hot as I could stand without blistering my skin, and I stood under the cleansing spray and tried to let its relentless force numb my mind. But my mind refused to stop spinning.
I was worried that today’s events had driven a wedge into what I had once thought was a rock solid relationship with the man I adored above all others. The pained look of betrayal in Max’s gaze, and the anger that followed it, as he struggled to process the earlier scene replayed in my mind and made me feel sick. I had caused that pain. I had hurt Max deeply, and even worse, I’d done it by
