The thought that Scott might be a seasoned flirt—that everything he had said and done to her, he had also done to other women—made Julissa’s heart sink. She lowered her head, feeling a pang of sourness in her chest.
But it was already late. She didn’t dwell on it any longer, quickly drying her hair before getting into bed.
No matter what, the sun would still rise tomorrow. She had work, she needed to earn money to support herself, and she had to find a new place and move out…
With so much to do the next day, she forced herself to stop overthinking and shut her eyes, willing herself to sleep.
However, after lying there for a while, not only did sleep evade her, but she became more awake—because it was just too cold.
The blanket she had was way too thin. It was basically a summer quilt!
