Esme shut the door behind her like she was locking out a nightmare. The silence that followed was deafening she wasn’t ready for what just happened. She shouldn’t have asked him to come over, she should have have ended things the moment she found out they were related, she shouldn’t have text him last night, this is shouldn’t have belonged this much.
This was all her fault, she allowed orgasms cover a sense of rational thinking.
The blanket was still clutched to her chest, but it did little to cover the way she felt naked and exposed. Her skin still burned with the memory of Gerald’s touch, but her soul recoiled.
She dropped the blanket and stood there, staring at herself in the mirror above the dresser. Her reflection looked like a stranger hair messy, her cheeks stained with tears he
