Flora's POV
My legs were shaking so hard I had to lean against the wall of the toilet stall. If I didn't, I would have collapsed right onto the floor.
The small room still smelled like Eugene’s expensive cologne and the heavy heat of what we had just done against the marble counter. My heart was slamming against my ribs like a trapped bird. My mind was racing so fast that my vision felt a little blurry.
Slowly, with hands that wouldn't stop trembling, I reached down and picked up the ruined pieces of my black underwear. The delicate lace was completely ripped down the middle. He had destroyed it because he was so jealous. I squeezed the torn fabric into a tight ball, wrapped it heavily in toilet paper, and hid it deep down in the trash bin.
I wasn't wearing any underwear now. As I ste
