Are you victim-blaming right now?" My eyebrows made a V. "This is giving me strong 'but she was wearing revealing clothes' vibes."
His eyes went wide with dismay. I had him there.
I did not feel even a little bit guilty for lying. My lustful belly churned with warm liquid, and I was empty, my skin tingling, begging to be touched. My chest rose and fell with my ragged breaths. I was not wearing a bra. He gazed down at my t**s, then back at me.
This was a mistake," he conceded, his voice serious and regretful for the first time in, well, ever. "I'd never—"
"Yeah. Me either. Gross."
His Adam's apple moved as he swallowed. He didn't budge. Neither did I. There it was again—that look. Like he was swallowing words.
"What?" I rolled my eyes to stop them from watering.
"Nothing." His voice
