Madison
What the f**k was that?
I didn’t even tell him to stop. The thought keeps circling in my head like a vulture. I built an entire new life to get over him and all it took was five minutes under a table to ruin it, bringing me back to that wide eyed girl still eager for his attention.
I swallow the rest of my drink in a single gulp as if it’ll rinse some of the shame away. I hate that my body recognized him before my brain had the chance to tell me to run. I should’ve thrown my drink in his face. I should’ve left. I should’ve done anything other than sit there and let him corrupt me the way I did.
A part of me had gone completely still when Jay stood up. Another part had wanted to grab his wrist under the table and make him stay. That’s the part of me that I hate most.
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