° Amy's POV.°
Maybe he was right… maybe this was my sin. But then again, sins always leave a mark.
The morning light didn’t feel warm.
It felt like judgment—peeking through the curtains, touching the bite on my collarbone, the bruises on my hips, and the fading flush still lingering on my chest.
And Jeremy?
Gone.
No note, no scent, not even his usual cocky laugh that always echoed in the school's hallway.
Just silence—and the stupid ache between my legs reminding me that last night after school actually happened.
Yes, he had followed me home and we continued with our mistake.
I sat up slowly, wrapping the sheets around me like they could shield me from the weight of my choices. My heart felt heavier than my limbs.
We didn’t even talk.
I let him ruin me—and I liked it. I practic
