Page 57 of Forgive You

Embarrassment washes over me as I peer into his gaze, suddenly feeling exposed and vulnerable.

“I need a minute.”

“Jules?” I find nothing but understanding in his expression, but somehow that doesn’t make it any better.

I escape his hands, taking off like my ass is on fire. Fucking hell, what just happened?

With big strides and soaking wet panties hidden by my black pants, I find the bathroom and storm through it.

I hit the middle of the three faucets in front of the wall mirror and take in my flushed features as I hold my wrists underneath the cold stream. I focus on sucking in deep breaths into my tight chest, my wide eyes staring back at me with a vividness I haven’t seen in a while.

I just had a mind-blowing orgasm dry humping on the dance floor of a club.

What am I, sixteen?

How is that even possible? But I know how it’s possible. It’s Jason. I’m open and free when it comes to him, and him knowing exactly what sets me off makes me even more sensitive to his touch. The man keeps giving me orgasms with my clothes on like he can make me come just by looking at me.

“Hey.” My attention swings to the girl washing her hands next to me, and I give her a small smile.

“Hi.” I turn off the faucet, shaking my hands to get the excess water off my skin.

“Having a good night?” I glance at her interested look, her eyes a little narrow, as if they are zooming in on me.

I pull some paper towels from the dispenser in front of me, then offer her another friendly expression. “Definitely.”

I’d think that would just be it, some kind exchange amongst peers in the bathroom on a night out. But the way she keeps studying me has the hairs in my back overruling the goosebumps I formed on the dance floor, and I turn to face her.

“Are you alright?” I ask, frowning, as I dry my hands.

Her brown hair is cut off just below her shoulders, her brown eyes reminding me of my own.Do I know her?I run my gaze past her jeans and two-tone tank top, diving into my brain to search for any familiarity.

She fiddles with her nail bitten fingers, then lifts her eyes to mine again. “Yeah, it’s just… You’re Julie, right? Julie Bradford?”

“I’m sorry, have we met before?” Confusion deepens my frown, and my palms freeze with the ball of damp paper stuck between it.

Sympathy flickers around her irises. “I know what he did.”

“You know what who did?” An unsettling feeling takes root at the base of my spine, my orgasm bliss totally overruled by tension clawing back into my muscles.

“He did it to me too.”

He did…what?

My lashes hit my cheeks with rapid blinks, a weird feeling forming in the top of my lungs before it grows big enough to hurt my throat.She can’t be talking about…

No, that’s not possible.

“I think you have the wrong person.”

I spin on my heels with every intention of brushing this off as a case of mistaken identity, but it’s her next words that fuck that whole plan up.

“Jacob Spencer.” My feet freeze as ice settles in my heart, my instinct causing me to turn back around. “You’re not the only one.”

I have a million questions bouncing around my head, but none of them actually find life outside my dry throat.

How does she know who I am?

How does she know Jacob?

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