Page 307 of Rock Me All Night
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"I can bring an acoustic guitar."
My neck tightens. There's too much swirling around my brain.
“I can’t talk to you right now.” I find my keys in my purse. “You embarrassed me in front of your friends. Our friends. You made me into the band’s pity project.”
I unlock the door and step inside.
He’s still standing there, his eyes filled with pain. “I’m sorry.”
“Go home, Drew.”
My hands are shaking as I close and lock the door. I want so badly to open it. I want to talk to him. I want to drag him onto that couch and fuck him until I finally feel something good.
But I can’t. Not yet. Not until I’ve made sense of my thoughts.
