Grace’s POV
It didn’t matter what it felt like. It didn’t matter what I felt, or what Hunter might feel. What mattered were the vows he’d made to Helena.
I forced myself to stand on shaky legs, moving to the bathroom to wash my face. In the mirror, a stranger looked back at me… I didn't know this woman… flushed cheeks, swollen lips, eyes bright with tears. I looked like a woman who’d been thoroughly kissed.
Thoroughly compromised. I had just had my first climax with my sister’s husband… oh god.
I splashed cold water on my face, trying to wash away the evidence of what had happened. But I couldn’t wash away the memory, couldn’t undo what we’d done.
There was only one solution. I had to leave. Had to remove myself from this impossible situation before it destroyed us all.
I’d find anot
