Betty
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Wait, this was his room?
Instinctively I turned and stared at the bed. If this was his room, that means it was his bed I had lain on. The musky scent that I inhaled was his.
And then my mind drifted to the briefs. s**t that meant the brief I had smelled, that my p***y dripped for wasn’t Mason but Trent. Nerdy Trent.
I almost gagged as my stomach twisted violently. I couldn’t believe what I had done. It almost felt like I had cheated on Mason.
But of all people why did it have to be Trent? For a house that wasn't his, I wondered why he had a full room to himself.
“Betty,” Trent called out, dragging me out of my reverie. “You came to my room.” He inched closer, but still kept space between us.
One I appreciated.
I swung my gaze to him—his bare chest-self, and my eyes po
