I had fucked up.
"Well, well, well," Maeve purred, her smirk widening as she sprawled against the bed like she owned it—and me. "Rhiannon, if you wanted me in bed so badly, you could've just asked."
"I DIDN'T WANT—!" I tried to yank myself away, but somehow, in my panic and blind rage, I ended up tangled in the sheets instead. My knee got caught, I lost my balance, and the next thing I knew—
THUD.
I faceplanted directly onto Maeve's chest.
Silence.
The kind of silence that only happens when you've ruined your life in a way that can never be undone.
"Rhiannon," Maeve drawled, completely unbothered as I lay there, my face full of her. "Are you trying to seduce me?"
"I'M TRYING TO ESCAPE!" I screeched, flailing wildly. "LET ME GO!"
"You're the one on top of me," she pointed out, her voice thick with amusement. "If anything, I should be asking you to let me go."
"THIS WASN'T ON PURPOSE!"
"Mmmhmm."