CHAPTER THIRTY ONE
The streetlights whizzed past into a steady constant blur.
I had wished, for a moment, to forget what I realized and to pretend. I wanted to curl up with Bryce, pull his blankets over us both, and sleep, protected in his pretense.
I had almost chosen to forget and deny rather than fight and survive.
I wasn’t the innocent, sweet, and helpless princess.
Bryce would be after me. I knew it. And I think he knew it as he stepped aside and let my excuse command our actions. I had pled a headache and time to be alone and he had heeded. He chose to play the game and I bit back the tears as I stepped from his front door. I had wanted him to not play the game and strip away everything.
A big part of me wanted to turn the car, crawl back in his bed, and pretend I didn’t know w
