Skylar
“What?” I yell, offended that she would think Andrew could do such a thing. “Of course not. I’m really confused and don’t know what he means.”
“What happened last night?”
“He took me on an amazing date on a boat and in the evening, we had sex.”
“Was the s*x …”
“It was consensual, Bethari,” I cut her off. “It was consensual and damn amazing!”
Bethari's concern is palpable. "Then why is he writing all these pleading messages?"
"I don't know," I admit, my voice shaking. "But I can't let him think he’s hurt me.”
I wanted to cut off all communication, but I can't ignore all these messages. I can't bear the thought of him thinking he hurt me, especially after he treated me like a queen the entire time we were together.
With a shaking hand, I write a reply to Andrew:
Sky Rac
