And I swear I’m seconds from flipping her onto her stomach and taking her again when…
Her phonebuzzes.
Once.
Then again.
Then again.
Her whole body stiffens.
The name flashing on the screen?
Dad.
She snatches her hand away like she touched fire.
Her pulse skyrockets.
Her gaze jumps to the door.
Reality snaps back like a slap.
“I… I have to go.”
“Annabelle!”
“I can’t!” She scrambles for her clothes, breath tight, pupils shrinking back to logic and fear “I shouldn’t have stayed. This was…we… I…”
The sheet falls. She grabs her dress. She won’t meet my eyes.
Panic is back. Full-force. Loud.
She finds her shoes with shaking hands.
Her phone buzzes again.
She flinches.
“Annabelle.” My voice is low. Steady. Firm enough she has to pause. “Look at me.”
Slowly… she does.
Her eyes are wide.
Soft.
Terrified.
Wanting.
She whispers, barely audible.
“What if last night ruined everything?”
I shake my head once.
“No.” My voice leaves no room for doubt. “Last night didn’t ruin anything.”
