~ Savannah’s POV ~
I don’t feel like leaving the room. After Harlan this morning and Logan after that… What am I gonna do? How am I gonna go out there and face them? And more importantly, how do I even face myself?
I stand in the bathroom looking at my reflection in the mirror. I’ve just taken another shower. Twice within the span of a few hours, yes.
Who am I turning into…?
I don’t recognize the girl I’m looking at in the mirror. She’s got a hickey mark on her neck, courtesy of Logan. And she has even more marks on her lower body. Her inner thigh has a mark courtesy of Harlan from this morning. And of course, don’t forget the slap marks all over the behind too.
I know it’s crazy to say, but everything I’ve felt with Harlan I feel with Logan too. They’re very different people, obvious
