EMILY'S POV
I couldn't help the way my skin crawled as I rushed out of the bathroom. I hated that I felt that way. I hated that I probably ruined the 'fun'. But I just couldn't help it.
I prayed Dante didn't try to follow me out to the bedroom, because I didn't think I could bring myself to utter a single word to him. I quickly wore my trousers and threw on my top, not bothering with my bra.
After that, I rushed out of his room and headed to mine, grateful I didn't walk past anyone along the way.
The first thing I did when I got to my room, was to bath. I felt so dirty. I hadn't felt that way in a long time.
I hated that feeling of... self loathing. I had battled it for such a long time. I thought I was finally over it, but... clearly, I wasn't.
After stepping out of the shower, I
