Melanie stared at herself in the mirror of the bathroom, her eyes going to the purple bruise on her left breast. Brad had done that last night. Her cheeks colored with the knowledge that she'd enjoyed every second of it.
Mortified, she didn’t think twice about sneaking out of Dylan’s house in a bid to avoid Brad. He’d gotten a ride here with her last night but there was no way she was beholden to him. There was no rule stating that she needed to offer him a ride.
So, shoving aside the snide voice that told her she was being mean, she got in her car and left. Brad tried calling her, and she completely ignored him. There was no way in hell that she was going to give him a chance to make her admit she had a crush on him. Because truthfully, she did. Why she did, only a psychiatrist would c
