Rick kissed me finally as he climaxed, and we held on to each other as our soft breaths filled the room, I still can;t get myself to stop feeling like I was committing a grave sin here, like I was making a deadly mistake.
As Rick drifted off to sleep, a contented smile playing on his lips, I slipped out of his embrace. Shame coiled in my gut, a thick, suffocating serpent.
It wasn't Rick. It was never Rick.
He was never the problem and no matter what he did, I will always feel like this. I thought I was over it, but seeing Jackson again reawakened the feelings in me. Would he still remember me? Does he still think of me?
Is he marrying her because the pack members pressured him or he was tired of the playboy lifestyle and he decided to settle down? I had no idea if he still remembered t
