Kassandra's POV
"Oh my god! Can't you knock?" I exclaimed while pushing Clayden off me.
Someone let out a gasp, but because I was staring directly at Monica, I was unable to identify who it was. But I am sure it's Clayden.
I know! I know!
I apologize for sounding so snarky right now, but I was ashamed! I found it impossible to imagine being seen beneath a man as a woman who isn't particularly liberated! The idea about Monica, thinking about what we had done for the last few hours perhaps, is sickening on my part.
Imagine someone has to think about what you, with a man, are doing all along. That's... superficial.
"I'm sorry." She repeated, but that only resulted in another snort from me.
Clayden gets out of bed and pulls the robe from behind a chair.
God. I was una
