[Adelaide Knowles]
The sun hits my skin quite gently, peeling my eyes open to adjust to the streaks of light which illuminate the warm space. I try to adjust to my environment, and my mind gradually wheels to yesterday's events. I blew out a raspberry, exhaling sharply, and finding it herculean to block out the look Christian Castillo had on his face when he stared down at me last night, in what looked like a restrained outrage and self-loathe after my mini drama. Not that I cared about what he felt, at least, I told myself that because I needed to believe everything he did didn't affect me.
I didn’t even want to see him after he made me orgasm to his hands inside me while Jeremy watched. How embarrassed I was afterward, I literally ran to my friend’s house in shame. We were supposed to
