SEVENTEEN
It took too long to get rid of the crew.
Trick wanted to kick them out the minute Lyla slammed the bedroom door, but they lingered. They kept on filming for quite a while, probably trying to catch Lyla coming back out of the bedroom.
She didn’t.
Good.
He didn’t want her to.
He wanted her to stay in there. Safe away from the lens that scrutinized them. But he’d never felt like this, so hollow and sick and disgusted. It was difficult to push her at the best of times, now he’d just pledged to be a decent guy and he’d gone and done… that.
Lying in the dark on his back on the couch, he covered his eyes with the back of his wrist. He probably wouldn’t be getting much sleep, he just wished he knew that she was sleeping. If she was sleeping, she was relaxed, and there was a chance
