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Prologue

The thumpingof my heart woke me up like a hummingbird’s wings beating loudly against my rib cage. My heart knew what my brain had yet to comprehend. I took a deep breath and felt the heavy arm that was draped around my naked waist like a hot brand. It burned my skin, yet I wanted to sink into it and be consumed by the body next to me.

Opening my eyes, I saw a room that was unfamiliar to me. The walls were a light gray color, accents of teal all around.Fuck.When I noticed the lake outside the window, I knew I was still in Jordan’s house. Then it all came back to me, the sins from last night hitting me one at a time, making the flutters in my heart feel like a stabbing pain.

Prom.

Watching Gigi and Gavin.

Getting drunk for the first time since my parents died.

The hands that were wrapped around my waist pulled in closer until I was pressed up to the man who was next to me. His hard erection pushed against my rear; his lips were making their way up my nape. The brush of his lips, the feel of his fingers, the way he said my name, was going to be something I would always remember. Three tears fell when I closed my eyes.

“I want everything, Scar. I want to consume you in and out like you have done to me all these years.”

He pressed me against the wall, his breath mixed with nicotine and alcohol. The tuxedo was long gone; he only had a black shirt on, the sleeves rolled up, and the top button was undone. His hair was a little messy, probably from jumping in the lake earlier.

“I want to be the one you kiss when you have a good day.”

He got closer, his lips taunting mine, and I got weaker, my resolve to stay away crumbling before my eyes.

“I want to be the one you give yourself to when you have a bad day.”

He caged me in between the wall and him, dipped his head, and kissed me.

One.

Two.

Three.

And I knew nothing would ever be the same.

“I want to be your everything.”

He already was, but I didn’t tell him that. Instead, I did the thing I swore I’d never do: I gave in.

One.

We devoured each other, our mouths clashing for dominance.

Two.

Our clothes came off. Our naked flesh was molding into each other, no matter how wrong it was.

Three.

The loss of my innocence staining the white sheets as a reminder of our betrayal.

Three tears fell.

One for myself.

The second for Gavin.

And the third for my best friend.

I’d slept with the man she’d loved since sixth grade, and I didn’t think I regretted it.

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