TAINTED HEARTS 60
Chapter 60 On our last day, I avoided any kind of contact with Lennox—eye contact, skin contact, even the smallest brush of a hand. Every time he tried to come closer, I would instantly move away. Sleep was impossible. My mind wouldn’t stop replaying what happened between us in just three days. Each time the memory of what we did in the bathroom flashed back vividly, I forced myself to think of something else. Sometimes, I would lie beside Creed and hold him close, just to remind myself that he was the one I was with now. “Can we talk?” I was in front of the breakfast table, reaching for bread and jam for Creed and myself, when Addisson approached. She must have noticed my hesitation, because she tucked her hair behind her ear and tried to convince me again—gently—that she really wante
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