I dragged my hands through my hair, gripping the strands hard enough to sting. God, I was so f*****g stupid. Every fiber of my being wanted to slam my head against the wall until the shame, the frustration, the sheer helplessness bled out of me.
I wanted to scream. To hit something. To undo the last few hours and erase this entire nightmare.
The party had been a disaster. Someone had tried to kill me. Tristan was in the hospital because of me.
And Cole—f*****g asshole—kissed me like I was the only thing in the world that mattered, only to rip it away like it meant nothing.
Before I even realized it, hot tears spilled down my cheeks.
I sniffed, trying to shove the emotions back down where they belonged. But it was useless. The dam had already broken.
A sharp, broken sob ripped
