CHAPTER SIXTEEN
I think the dining room grew a hundred degrees hotter. Maybe his AC was broken. Perhaps did someone leave the gas in kitchen open? I could feel my body trembling with something inside. I’d wanted to deny whatever claims he was making back at the bathroom but the avalanche of drunken memories hitting me now mid-breakfast were enough to make me want to recoil. They were still a bit fuzzy but from what I could remember, I’d said something that hinted on how I wished I could remember how his lips felt against mine that night I’d kissed him. How could I say something like that especially to someone as arrogant as Lamon? I should be focused on the fact that it was a man but no, I was condemning myself for it being Lamon of all people. Yes, my heart was broken but Lamon? Come on
