Chante
At that moment, we weren’t training officer and rookie. We weren’t even Chante and Freddie. We were two people who had been hurt and who needed some kind of comfort. Comfort that we found in each other’s arms. The guilt would come. The questions would come. As soon as I caught my breath, I grabbed my clothes and started to put them on, but he was in front of me in the blink of an eye, gripping my wrists.
“Stop. We have to talk.” He lifted my chin and looked into my eyes and I felt my damn knees go weak.
“Chante? Where are you?” My mother’s voice echoed down the passage, and it was as if someone had poured ice water down my back. Freddie disappeared into his bathroom and I pulled my shirt over my head. I knew my mother wasn’t stupid! She would figure it out instantly! But I took a
