“Get off me,” I mumbled.
“Rachel—"
“Get off me,” I screamed.
Mason pulled back. “Rach—"
“I have to go,” I muttered in a sort of state of shock as I climbed out of the bed and ran from the room, Mason’s come dribbling down my thigh.
I didn’t care if I lost. In fact, I wanted to lose. I wanted to get as far away from there as I could.
I didn’t want to play games anymore.