Chapter Seventeen
She wanted to take it back, but it was too late. Ben was off the bed, and he swore in an icy tone. She knew well that he was angry. She was lying naked, exposed, a feeling that had her sitting up and pulling her legs under her, reaching for her shirt to cover herself.
Ben jammed his fingers in his short, dark hair, rumpling it even more. “Why wouldn’t you say anything, Carrie?”
She didn’t really understand why she needed to. She’d never met the right man, even though she’d had opportunities in school. There had been something about the awkwardness and shallowness of those men—boys, actually, that had stopped her from giving herself to them. This meant something to her, but right now she wanted more than anything for Ben to come back to bed and finish this. She wanted h
