Raven’s POV
I was too embarrassed to say a word as I quickly pulled my hoodie down and pretended like I was just sitting there minding my business. My heart was still pounding from the aftermath of what I had just done, the way I had shamelessly driven myself over the edge thinking about the very people I hated the most.
Jerome stood there, leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest, his dark eyes locked onto me like he could see straight through every single lie forming in my head.
I jerked the sheet up over my trembling body, but it was too late.
He’d seen all of it.
Jerome’s voice was low and rough, scraping across the silence.
“Were you thinking about them?”
I flinched like he’d slapped me.
“What—no—” I stammered, pulling the sheet tighter with
