JUNE;
What was wrong with me? What was wrong with both of us? I pushed myself away from the door and started pacing the room restlessly and still pressing my inner thighs together to deaden the rising urge. It was so shameful I was still having this ruthless urge even in the midst of the chaos we had created.
But the more I thought about it, the more something else bothered me. The way Ronan and his father looked at each other downstairs.
That wasn’t normal anger. It felt deeper and sharper, unspoken words hanging off both of them, like two enemies forced into the same room.
I stopped pacing when voices suddenly drifted upstairs. I moved closer to the door without thinking.
“You think this is a joke?” Mr. Grayson barked. The sharpness in his voice made me jump slightly. “I got a call
