Doesn’t feel like someone who’s lying.
She feels like—like home.
My jaw tightens.
This is stupid. Dangerous.
I shift slightly, and that’s when it hits me, even before I look down to see the sticky evidence dripping down her thighs.
Reality is a brute sometimes.
Hard.
Cold.
It comes crashing right back in when all I want to do is stay in this blissful peace I’m feeling for the first time in three fucking years.
No condom.
“Shit,” I mutter under my breath, the word sharp enough to cut through everything else.
My brain catches up all at once.
I pull back just enough to look at her again, something heavier settling in my chest now—something that isn’t just want or anger or confusion.
Responsibility.
Consequences.
“Ezzy,” I say, quieter this time.
Because whatever this is?
Whatever we just did?
It’s not simple.
It’s not clean.
And it sure as hell isn’t over.
Not even close.
Chapter 12-Esme
I follow Benji’s downward gaze, and my heart seizes.
“We didn’t use a condom,” I murmur, the words slipping out before I can stop them.
The realization hits me all at once.
Sharp, sobering, cutting through the haze of everything we just did.
Everything he just did to me.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
That was—okay, it was actually really amazing.
