Chapter 4
Afterglow and Guilt
I stared at the bathroom mirror, fingers trembling as I wiped away the smudged mascara under my eyes.
Logan’s come was still leaking down my thigh.
I’d washed everything else—my face, my hands, my mouth—but I couldn’t bring myself to clean that up yet. Like keeping it there gave me proof that it happened. That he’d actually been inside me. That I’d let him.
That I wanted him to do it again.
The guilt didn’t hit right away. Not until I heard Jason’s keys jingling downstairs.
My heart sank.
I was already in my robe, hair still damp from the shower, sitting on the edge of the bed when he came into the room.
“Hey, baby,” Jason said, tossing his jacket on the chair. “You okay? You look a little flushed.”
I smiled. Forced. Tight. “I just took a hot bath.”
