12
WESTON
I couldn’t escape fast enough.
I stumbled into my room, slamming the door closed. My chest rose fast and hard, aching. My heavy pants were barely controlled. I had no idea how the f**k I’d been able to keep it together.
Truly, I couldn’t believe I’d even gone there with her.
Sure, I’d made up some excuse, but I hadn’t thought that she’d agree. My brain had just short-circuited at the words coming out of her mouth. That August had f****d her up bad enough to think that she couldn’t o****m. Not that he hadn’t wanted to spend the time getting to know her body and do the work to get her there.
I couldn’t see straight.
I’d just wanted to get her off. Right then and there.
Forget the conversation I’d had with Whitt where I’d decided to let her go. That had f****d everything up.
