Jess
What was I doing with Greg?
I stood there in the kitchen, my legs still shaking as I stared at the sink as if it held answers. Greg lingered for a second, his hand resting on my arm before I pulled away.
“Go back to the living room,” I whispered a little too harshly. “Before she comes down.”
He nodded, his eyes still dark with want, and left without a word. I splashed water on my face, trying to compose myself, but my mind was racing. This couldn’t continue. I needed air, space away from him. A walk.
My usual morning hike to the waterfall always cleared my head. I’d slip out before mom finished her shower because I couldn't bear to face her now. Grabbing my sneakers, I laced them up quickly but before I could step out the front door, Greg’s voice stopped me.
“Going somewhere?”
