Hunter slid out of me and disappeared into my bathroom. While he was gone, I tried to calm my racing heart. Everything Peyton and my friends said the night before came rushing back. Giving him power over me, letting him do what he wanted and forgiving him. He was late for our date, because of work, and instead of breaking up with him and telling him I never wanted to see him again, I slept with him.
Every other guy I dated, I told to shove off when he put work first. I understood things came up, but I didn’t tolerate being treated like I didn’t matter. I knew I wasn’t always going to be first for a guy, but I needed to know when he had to put work first. Being blown off showed me how little I mattered.
Yet, I welcomed Hunter into my bed.
The bathroom door opened and he stepped back into
