The mortification was so profound, so absolute, it felt like a physical blow. I yanked myself off Loren, scrambling away from the slick, cold glass of the balcony door. Every nerve ending screamed, feeling the ghost of Theon’s gaze on my skin. I didn't stop until I was buried deep beneath the thick duvet, pulling the sheets up over my head as if the flimsy cotton could somehow erase the last five minutes of my life. My mind was a jumbled, radioactive mess.
He saw me. He heard me. He knows.
What happened today wasn't just going to haunt me; it was going to be a trauma-inducing secret that Theon now possessed.
The horrifying realization was that I would have to face Theon in the morning. The thought itself made my heart sink with bottomless dread, but the sinking feeling was immediately
