“No.” She swallowed against a burn in her throat and forced herself to speak in a flat, neutral tone. “When I woke up I had blood in my underwear, and I was really sore.” She paused, cleared her throat and continued. “What kind of person gives up her virginity in a one night stand and can’t even remember it?”
Victor squeezed her hand again. His voice when he answered had turned kind. “An unfortunate one. I’m so sorry that happened to you. Where boys, girls and alcohol mix, consent goes out the window. The law even acknowledges that you were responsible. You know that, right? Your only mistake was to show up. Shame on your friend for taking you there.” More than a hint of anger mixed into his sympathetic tone.
“Shame on me for not leaving immediately,” she shot back, not ready to relinqui
