My body was really betraying me, and I might’ve collapsed in his arms.
I used all my strength, pushed him off me, quickly grabbed my clothes, and ran out.
My legs carried me before my mind could catch up.
I didn’t stop until I slammed the bedroom door shut, pressing my back against it like I could keep him—and everything he made me feel—out.
My heart pounded like a warning bell in my chest. My lips still tingled from his kiss, my skin still buzzed where he touched me, and I hated it. Hated how part of me responded to him even when every other part screamed no.
I wasn’t here for this. I wasn’t here for him.
I was here because of my mother. Because of survival.
And yet… for a moment, when his mouth was on mine, it didn’t feel like survival. It felt like drowning.
I quickly locked the
