Arella
NORMALLY, after our amazing s*x, I fell asleep right away with a smile on my face, but last night I stayed up repeating the scene in my head that Skip witnessed, and I spent a lot of time thinking. Thankfully, he didn’t even ask what happened. I knew it, the guilt would eventually kill me.
Last night wasn’t a dream.
Brett opened the door of his old room and let me enter, then closed it behind him. I rubbed my hands together to ease the trembling of my fingers. The way he approached me, I knew something was off.
My neck chilled.
“Is everything okay, Brett?” I spoke.
“You tell me.” His voice was a cold knife that sliced through my heart.
“Tell you what?” I watched him closely as he crossed his arms over her chest with narrowed cold eyes.
His nose flared, trying to contro
