22
Saige
Flynn tugged my panties back up my thighs without a word. Lifted me from his bed and settled my sleep shirt back over me as I peered up at him, wondering at his mind, hating how no expression showed on his face.
“You need to go back to his bed.”
Pain, hot and bright, arched through me at his emotionless words. “Flynn?”
He stepped back. “Go, Saige. And don’t come out here again.”
He shut me out. He’d said as much, but I thought sure he hadn’t meant it, only spewed the words to keep either of us from getting in trouble. The stern set of his face told me all I needed to know.
Flynn didn’t want me beyond one quick f**k.
My chest pressed in tightly, as though it wanted to fold in on itself and crush the life inside.
One of the best moments of my entire life, ruined.
Stumbling
