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I had never been so appalled with myself, specifically with my l**t-filled body. How could I have let this happen? How could I have made such a horrible mess of things?
I had met two of the most sexy, amazing, wonderful men on Earth, and I had managed to screw things up with both of them. I was sure that the twins would fight, and I was also certain that once that fight was over, they would realize that I wasn’t worth it.
I prayed that their relationship wouldn’t suffer any permanent damage from my lack of morals. They were both better off without me in their lives. I vowed to try to move forward with my man-free life, and to try to forgive myself for screwing things up so royally.
I could be happy without a lover. I had a great life before I met the Davis twins, and I would try to
