NYRA
The next day hit me like a wave I wasn’t ready for. I rolled over and slammed into something warm and solid, and for a heartbeat, panic shot through me then, shockingly, relief. Safe. I wanted to curl into it, bury myself under it until I remembered who I was supposed to be.
I jerked upright, remembering Tyler’s words. Wait for him to come back. My head spun, the room was fuzzy, and my body was aching in spots I didn’t even recognize.
My eyes darted around. Where was I? Who was this? I checked the bedspread tangled around me. I was in a singlet and shorts. Nothing else.
My stomach flipped.
“Ahhh!!” My scream tore through the quiet room, sharp and panicked.
What happened to me?
Was I… was I raped?
I scrambled backward, my hands clutching at myself, my pulse hammering so loud I
