Genevieve:
"Genevieve! Can't you ever own up to your mistakes? We had a pact. Were you so desperate that you couldn't wait to tell us about your decision before spreading your legs to him?" Emre shouted. I felt repulsed and disrespected.
In response, my hand instinctively shot up, but before it could connect with his face, he intercepted and pulled me close to his chest. "Don't pull that stunt again. I won't tolerate any disrespect," he muttered, his breath brushing against my skin. His anger seemed deeper than just the issue of who I lost my virginity to.
He released me, ran his hands over his face, and said, "Let's head back home." I silently followed him. Attempting to explain or apologize proved futile. In their eyes, I was a cheater. I couldn't blame them; I would have felt the sam
