WREN’S POV
The regret hit me instantly. The moment my lips left Mason’s, a sickening wave of nausea churned in my stomach all cold and relentless. I stumbled back the world tilting violently beneath my feet. Mason’s hands shot out, trying to steady me but I jerked away as if burned.
I couldn’t even breathe properly. What had I just done? My head pounded the music, the crackling bonfire and the scattered laughter all blurring into meaningless noise. Camille’s voice cut through the chaos calling my name with her face etched with worry as she moved toward me.
But I couldn’t stand there and let her see the shame twisting inside me like a knife. So I ran like the f*****g coward i have been my whole life.
I didn’t wait for her to catch up and didn’t bother with explanations. My legs
