/Gerald/
I got up to stand at the edge of the bed, one hand in my hair, the other clenching the shirt I hadn’t even bothered to button up. I needed space. I needed air. But I couldn’t walk out that door not without saying something.
She sat there, still naked under the duvet, chest rising and falling fast. Her skin still flushed from what we’d just done from what I’d just done, knowing damn well it was driving me insane.
“You had s*x with him,” I said, voice low but sharp, she looked at me surprised and her expression screaming dude we just had this conversation why are bringing it up again. “And then you let me stay. You let me f**k you begged me to stay the same night.” I repeated what I say earlier like a broken record.
Her face dropped. “Gerald, don’t—”
“No, say it!” I snapped. “S
