Sammi POV
I can’t stop thinking about my brothers. And he’s their friend. What kind of man would risk everything, including his own life, if there wasn’t something real between us? He wouldn’t do that to me, would he?
“I’m sorry, Sammi,” his voice is soft, a whisper that clings to the air between us. His hand stays gently on my neck, waiting for me to say something, anything. But I can’t. “I should’ve been honest. I should’ve told you everything about my past. But if I did, you’d know it all, and I’m scared you’d be disgusted by me.”
Disgusted. Would I be? I already knew he slept around. It wasn’t a secret, not even close. But knowing he cheated on every woman he was with, hearing it—it makes me sick. His excuses don’t make it any better either.
“To use women, to treat them like object
