Vanessa laid on her bed, eyes open, staring at the ceiling like it had the answers. But no….no answers, just guilt bouncing around in her chest like it was doing a home workout.
She hadn’t even had the guts to look at herself in the mirror since that last night in the bathroom. The whole house felt different now, like the walls were whispering, judging her. “You really let that happen again?” “You went back in there?” “Girl, seriously?”
She let out a tired sigh and pressed a pillow against her stomach.
How would her mom feel if she ever found out? Like really found out…not just the looks, or the weird tension between her and Steve, but the whole truth.
That she had not only imagined him touching her… but had wanted it. That she had replayed it in her mind so many times she’d lost coun
