Zara
“And you’re beautiful, Zara.” He gives me a sweet, tender kiss. “So f*****g beautiful.”
Something in my expression must change for the worse, because Locke's gaze sharpens immediately. "What?"
For a second, I don't answer, then I look away. "My confidence is kind of a mess."
His brow furrows. "Why?"
I hesitate. Is there anything less sexy than a woman telling a man that another man found her so repulsive, that he refused to have s*x with her? Even when that woman was desperately in love with him?
Oh, to hell with it. I’m sick to back teeth with lies and secrets. Let’s just throw the truth out there and see what happens.
What’s the worst thing that can happen, anyway? I meet another guy who doesn’t want to f**k me? Oh, boo-hoo.
“Ummm, the thing is….” I say in a not-totally-ste
