Jaxon
"Nah. I'm good." I lied again. I wasn't good. I felt dirty. Guilty. Scared. Everything at once.
Lange walked out of the room. The door clicked shut behind him. I was alone. I sank down on the floor right there. My back against the bunk. I put my head in my hands. My heart still raced. My mind kept replaying it all. The way I sniffed him. The way I came. The sound I made. His moan. The kiss. Every second felt worse than the last.
I told myself it was the rut. The heat. The serum. Not me. Not really me. But deep down I knew that was bullshit. Part of me wanted it. Part of me liked it. And that part scared me the most.
I stayed on the floor a long time. The room got quiet. Too quiet. I could hear my own breathing. It sounded loud and shaky. I wiped my face. My cheeks were
