Danny's POV
I felt like a walking open wound.
I was back in that bathroom, the water scalding, turning my skin a raw, angry pink. I scrubbed and scrubbed until the soap stung, but it didn't matter. I could still feel the phantom weight of Miguel’s hands, the way he had pinned me against that door like I was nothing but a piece of meat. The smell, that heavy, musky scent of him was stuck in my nostrils, crawling down my throat.
I looked at my reflection in the steam-fogged mirror and didn't recognize the person looking back. My eyes were bloodshot.
And then, the text from Erica. It sat on the counter, the screen glowing like a radioactive coal.
He didn't even touch me, Danny.
The words were a physical blow. Chadwick hadn't cheated. He hadn't touched her. He had been sitting in that o
