Sierra's POV
As I come down from my high, I feel sick to my stomach at what I just did. Why did I give in so easy? "Get off of me," I mumble, shoving his body away from mine. He grunts and moves, looking at me like I'm insane. "What's your problem?" He asks and I scoff.
"Are you serious? If you would have done this the first time, then yes I would have forgiven you, but I don't know how to feel Asher. I can't let it go!" I yell, flinging my arms in the air.
"Let what go? That I f****d someone, because so f*****g what? You ended our s**t once you said what you did. I'm not going to sit here like some child and argue with you. If you want to leave, then f*****g leave," he growls and I huff like a stubborn child.
"You know what, I will. I'm done," I mumble, scooping my clothes into my arm
