Izzy
After I told Zade that maybe I wanted to be used, a hot wave of regret settled over me. I felt foolish, reckless, as if I’d proven every single thing he thinks about me right, about being a child, impulsive and naive. The embarrassment gnawed at me, keeping me awake most of the night, replaying those words over and over. What had I been thinking?
And then a darker thought struck, one that clawed at my stomach: what if he tells Grayson? The longer I lay there, staring at the ceiling, the more that dread grew until it was all I could think about. I had to find Zade. I needed to talk to him, convince him to keep this between us. But he wasn’t in his room, and as I descended the stairs, searching for him, I stumbled onto something I never expected to see.
There he was, Cleo straddling
