Back then, I gave him my virginity. Yesterday, I gave him my true, raw self.
He left after both times.
A wave of anger hits me — at myself, not him. Isn’t this what I want? What am I so disappointed about?
With a huff, I take a quick shower and change into my uniform.
I’m leaving this place and never returning.
Pressure builds behind my eyes as I glance back at the bed.
The bed in which he made me feel both pleased and safe — even if he was a dick about the first one.
He couldn’t have faked the care in his eyes. He couldn’t have pretended to hold me and soothe my nightmares after I scratched him.
It takes a special person to do that.
But he left.
I swallow the tears and exit the room. He won’t get to me. If he wants to consider this arrangement as a sex only type of thing, then so be it.
I can do that.
I can be as detached as he is.
Use then throw away.
Now, I just have to convince myself not to feel like a dirty whore.
Sounds reach me from downstairs.
Very distinctive sounds.
I stop at the top of the stairs, my cheeks heating.
Moans and grunts come from the lounge area.
My heart slams against my chest and I nearly fall to the ground.
It’s not… Silver, right? Aiden wouldn’t have brought Silver over to antagonise me.
He wouldn’t rip my heart open that way.
Not after the connection we built last night.
“Fuck, princess. You taste like sin.”
A harsh breath heaves out of me.
It’s not Aiden’s voice, but it’s a familiar one.
The moans escalate and then the air is filled with rough slaps of flesh against flesh.
I remain rooted in place with my cheeks aflame. No idea if I should disappear inside or stay here to not make a sound.
“Fuck, fuck!” The man grunts as she whimpers.
“Oh, God. Harder!”