Chapter 58

  “I like this.” His fingertips stroke down the side of my stomach gently, causing me to inhale sharply in response. I flinch and move back, reeling, unsure. His touch feels so different, so not Jake! It makes my skin tingle and erupt, then crawl back in revulsion and fear. I don’t even want to evaluate whether it is good or bad. It’s wrong. It’s too intimate. He lifts his hands defensively because he knows he’s overstepped the mark.

  “I’m sorry, Emma. I’m going to bed; I’m drunk as fuck.” He looks pained and uneasy.

  “It’s okay. It’s fine. Go to bed.” I know I’m stiff and tense. I can hear the coldness in my own voice, my heart pounding erratically like a scared deer caught in headlights.