Maggie watched Shane leave, and she wanted to cry. Beyond the anger, he looked so down, like she’d crushed him. What the hell was he thinking? She supposed it was her own fault by asking him to have s*x with her, but how could he think they should risk their entire friendship based on one night in bed?
It was more than that, the annoying little voice in her head said. It couldn’t be. He was just a guy thinking with his d**k. Once he found some other girl to sleep with, he’d forget all about s*x with her. This made the most sense, and she knew it. She’d done plenty of impulsive things in her life, and maybe asking Shane to sleep with her was one of them, but she tried to learn from her mistakes.
She couldn’t imagine her life without Shane. Part of her could imagine life without s*x. She’d
