CHAPTER 11: For Emmy
Angry.
Ashamed.
Hurt. But still aching for more of what he did to my body.
I didn’t even realize I was crying until the wind stung my cheeks. I swiped at the angry, hot tears blurring my vision as I stumbled across the beach. I hated him. I had never hated anyone as much as I hated him, not even Poppy or Jett. And that was saying a lot, given how much I loathed Poppy and Jett right now.
I hated that smug, arrogant bastard for making me feel like this; small, cheap, and used. I felt like a dirty w***e. And I hated myself more for letting him touch me. I was stupid. Even now, it's even more stupid, because between my legs started to pulse when I thought of him.
I arrived at the beach, and the laughter and music from the bonfire was still in full swing. The entire
