Evander
The silence after we tore apart from each other felt almost violent.
Mirellie stared at me with wide horrified eyes, her lips swollen and red from my mouth while her chest rose unevenly beneath the thin robe clutched desperately in her fists.
For one unbearable second, neither of us spoke.
Then reality crashed into her fully.
“I—I…” she stammered breathlessly before shaking her head hard. “I need to—”
She turned so fast she nearly stumbled over her own feet before hurrying toward the bed like she was trying to physically escape what had just happened. The mattress dipped sharply beneath her weight as she climbed onto it quickly and dragged the blankets over herself almost immediately.
Like she could hide from this. Like she could hide from me. Or worse… like she regretted it
