I have. I stained the white shirt I was wearing, and now I am just sitting naked in the bath, the bloodied shirt in front of me, tears blurring my vision. I couldn't even bear to look at myself right now, and I just hated the fact that Ichad ruined tonight for him.
I couldn't take him out of my head. The way he had looked at me, the way he had touched me. Would he be disgusted? Would he be disappointed? Would he hate me for what happened?
I closed my eyes and walked into the shower, letting the warm water pelt down on me, my face buried in my hands, my eyes closed.
"Evangeline!"
I turned to the door, my chest heaving. I had locked it from inside when I came in, and even though I knew I would have to open it, I wasn't sure how he would look at me.
I got out of the shower, ignoring th
