Scar
Constance had lost her f*****g mind! Not only did she show up here, knowing what Diego would do to her, but her clothes were off the instant she saw me. Our attraction to each other was a problem I hadn't seen before. Even in a sticky situation like this, we gravitated toward one another negatively. Hmph. I never thought I would think that s*x could be a negative thing, but here I am.
She had to help put my clothes back on since one hand was useless. I lost feeling in it a long time ago, which meant that the nerves inside my hand were damaged. I would have permanent damage if I didn't get it treated soon.
Once she helped me to get my clothes back on, I watched without saying anything as she slid her pants back over her hips. She turned around and smiled at me, but I couldn't bring
