Carly
We sat on the blanket overlooking Laramie, and the view was spectacular, but I couldn’t see a thing. My eyes were closed, my lips locked with Brad’s, and this was so much better than a view of childhood memories.
We were supposed to be fighting, but God, he was hot. I tried to be angry with him. He was wrong, wasn’t he? But the way he’d grabbed me and kissed me made me forget my argument. It had been his plan, I was sure of it, but I didn’t have what it took to push him away and keep fighting.
I didn’t want to keep fighting. I wanted to f**k. The atmosphere was loaded with s****l tension, and I wanted to get rid of it. I needed a release. I needed to get rid of the tension that had been pending for years and years. I needed to get rid of all the anger that I had been harboring for
