Sara’s POV
A minute later, I’m in my room, buried under my blanket. Hiding. From who? Me. My actions. My shamelessness.
I scream silently and shut my eyes tight. As if that’s going to erase what I’ve done.
How did I go from being a girl who refused to sleep with her boyfriend of three years to a girl who is ready to do it all with two different guys in two nights?
Two guys I’ve known for only a few weeks. The mate bond isn’t a good excuse, since I had one with Victor too.
The worst part is that I don’t regret doing it. Because I know, even if I tried to lie to myself that I’ve got any morals left, if one of them came looking for me right now, I wouldn’t be able to resist.
Fine, I can blame all of this on my body, on biology. But what about my thoughts?
I should be disgusted at my be
