The silence that follows is deafening. I don't need to see King and Niko to know that they're furious, but I can't bring myself to look up. The shame is too heavy, and part of me fears that if they knew everything, they'd see the way Isaac did...broken, unworthy.
Gray exhales loudly, like this is as much torture for him as it is for me, though I highly f*****g doubt that. "And he only touched your...butt?"
I nod, my throat tightening.
"And when did you actually lose it?" he asks, his tone carefully measured.
"About a week later. I asked him if there was something wrong with me—why he didn't want to, you know, have s*x the normal way. It made him angry, and he seemed like he only did it because I said something. Not because he wanted to."
"And that didn't raise any flags?"
"That he w
