Ellie
Storming back to my room alone, acting every bit as childish as I’d accused Lyrin of being, was not how I wanted the night to go. Sitting in the quiet, dealing with the backlash of the singular fling I’d ever allowed myself, wasn’t how I wanted to celebrate either.
Even after ending things with him that morning, the first thing I’d wanted to do when I got back was see if DJ was free. I hadn’t dressed up for anyone but him, proving that even before I learned the truth, I was already inconsistent and hypocritical.
My eyes lingered on the door to our shared bathroom. I was still tempted.
I’d never had angry s*x before. Emotional, sure. But… damn it. What did he do to my head?
Sex. s*x. s*x. That was all my attention-starved brain could think about.
And worse—before this “forget
