Chapter 9
- Mey’s POV
- I stood by the kitchen counter, filling a glass of water, trying to steady my nerves. The house felt cold, just like Justin’s, if not more.
- After we had gone at it like a bunch of rabbits, Lucas had zipped his pants, kissed me on the forehead, and promptly left without a word. That had left me feeling dirty like I was some whore he got to use for his pleasure.