AVA
“I had s*x with Alexander.”
The words hung in my mind, unspoken yet so vivid. I could almost hear myself say them out loud. What would Blake’s face look like if I actually said it aloud? Would his perfect composure finally crack? Would he feel a fraction of the gut-wrenching pain I experienced when I caught him with Chloe?
I imagined him hardening his knuckles on the steering wheel, the muscle in his jaw twitching the way it did whenever he was truly furious. Maybe he'd slam on the brakes, yell at me and demand to know every detail just to torture himself with it. The thought gave me a twisted sense of satisfaction. That feeling of letting him know what it felt like to be the one left wondering. How it felt to be the one picturing someone else’s hands on the person they love
