Wendy
The feeling of his skin against my neck felt like a violation of the fragile peace I had fought so hard to find over the last three days.
Even if my body seemed to lean into the familiarity of his scent, my mind was screaming.
I was a girl who valued loyalty, who believed in the purity of the "happily ever after" my father had seemingly hand-picked for me.
To hear that I was someone who met men in secret, who plotted to leave her husband, felt like being told I was a monster in a story I didn't recognize.
"Stop." I shouted this time.
Then I grabbed his wrist and shoved his hand away from my neck.
The sudden movement caused pain to my bruised ribs but I didn't care. I scrambled to the side, putting several feet of distance between us.
Logan’s hand stayed frozen in mid-air,
