~Valerie~
My legs are still shaking. Every time I move, the rubbing of my denim shorts against my skin feels like a match being struck. I’m back in the bar, but I’m not really present. The bar has opened, few customers are trooping in. But I’m still in that basement training room, feeling the heat of Ronan’s body. I’m still in the office, hearing the sharp, blunt way Evander called me a w***e. It’s like a loop playing in my head, and every time it repeats, my pulse jumps.
I’m trying to act normal. I’m wiping down the bar, stacking clean glasses, and avoiding looking at the stairs. But the air in the club feels different now. It’s heavy. It’s like the whole building knows something happened, even if they don't know what it is.
"Val! There you are!"
I jump, nearly dropping a glass. Rikky
