I woke up alone.
The sheets still smelled like him. Like leather and forest and something else that made my body ache all over again.
I pulled the covers over my head and wanted to disappear.
What had I done?
The memories came flooding back. Every touch. Every word. Every single slutty sound I'd made.
"Maybe I want to be wrecked."
Had I really said that? Had I really begged him like some desperate animal?
My face burned with shame. I'd acted like a completely different person. Someone I didn't recognize. Someone who craved things I'd never even thought about before.
The way he'd looked at me when he was inside me. Like I was his whole world. Like he owned me.
And I had loved it.
That was the worst part. I'd loved every second of losing control. Of letting him take whatever he wan
