Trish's POV
“WHATT?” The word exploded out of me, burning away the pain in my ankle.
Joseph was still kneeling beside me, but his expression had shifted from concern back to a familiar, toxic arrogance. He was responding to my desperate, clumsy suggestion that we do something “together.”
"First you slapped me when I kissed you, and rejected every approach I made. Now, you’re suddenly asking me for—for a little fun?" He stood up, towering over me. "Wow. Did the good, moral girl finally drop the act? You see? I told you you’d want every bit of me when Mom's gone. Ha! I was right after all."
My cheeks were on fire. The sheer injustice of his assumption made me snap.
“Shut up, Joseph! I… I didn’t mean it like that. I just wanted to be productive with my day! I got the words wrong, you kno
