Kira’s POV
I left Damien’s room with different emotions flooding through me at the same time—hurt, disappointment, heartbreak, and embarrassment. Each of these emotions carried a certain kind of burn that suffocated me. I hated how desperately I needed to let them out. How desperately I hated myself for what had just happened.
I was disgusted.
So the first thing I did the moment I entered my room was strip out of my clothes and rush into the bathroom. I turned the water on, scalding hot, hoping it would burn away the shame clinging to my skin. My body trembled as I stepped under the stream, gasping at the heat, but I didn’t stop. I didn’t care. I needed to feel anything but this.
I grabbed the soap and began to scrub—hard and harsh strokes over my arms, down my neck, my chest—anywhere
