Chapter Twenty-two
BROOKLYN My eyes squint at the light that peeked through the sheer white curtains. It blinds me and I roll over as I try to escape the sunlight. That's when I bump into a rock. A very hard rock, not going to budge, rock. Oh dear god. Don't tell me. With wide eyes, I peek under the sheet that was currently covering my very naked body… I think I'm going to hurl. I turn to look at whomever I was sharing the bed with and my heart stops. Spencer is currently not clothed and fast asleep. What am I going to do? Run? How can I be so careless and on top of that… a huge cheater. I not only kissed this boy a few times but now I had s*x with him. Why does it feel so right to be with someone even though society says it's wrong? It's as if the person you want to be with has more wrongs than right
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