I slipped my hand out of Sean's the moment we rounded the corner and Klaus was out of sight.
The guilt hit before I'd even fully let go. I had used Sean — genuinely kind, genuinely unbothered Sean who had no idea what was happening — to poke at a wound I wasn't even supposed to have. The irony of that sat heavy and uncomfortable in my chest and I deserved every bit of it.
But the jealousy had been real. I couldn't lie my way out of that part.
Seeing Julia's hands moving over Klaus's shirt like she'd never left, watching him stand there with that blank face after everything last night — it had cracked something open in me that I hadn't been prepared for. Those were the same eyes from the dare. The same ones that had been dark and desire-rimmed at my front door. And this morning they look
