Chapter 62

All I’d wanted people to see was the slender, brown-haired, blue-eyed angel whose only claim to fame was a hot body and a tight ass. And hadn’t I succeeded? But I used to want more—be more. When had that changed? Oh yeah, when I was betrayed by my best friend—the secret crush I’d had on him completely wiped out, by the way—and been sodomized for laughs in the high school locker room more times than I care to remember, and left in one of the showers, bleeding.

That had been a very black time. While recovering in the hospital, I’d mourned the loss of something that should have been a beautiful act between consenting partners. Instead, it had been made a mockery,tarnished, and the only way I could tolerate intimacy anymore was by making it into a frivolous game. I hadn’t thought much about it until Ry came along; and now he was with someone else. I couldn’t face nameless hookups anymore. I just couldn’t.

I was alone in a mess of my own making. And I deserved it.

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