Chapter 15

I walk into the kitchen and get myself a cold glass of water. While it hurts a little, it’s nothing I can’t handle. I’m relieved that he didn’t insist on having sex with me, even though my body craves it—which I still can’t believe. It’s messed up, but that’s that. Standing beside the fridge, I wonder why Thomas pulled me so close. Did he fear that I suddenly repulsed his touch? I might not be ready to be with him, but I don’t disapprove of his touch. My wet panties are proof of that. Maybe if he weren’t so scary all the time, I’d be ready to be with him again. Does that even help my situation? I want to get over Thomas, yet here I am already planning how I’ll prepare to have sex with him again.
I facepalm, realizing I’m acting as if we’re getting back together or something. I shouldn’t fool myself into thinking things will improve just because Thomas still wants to fuck me. Men fuck women they detest all the time.
Walking out of the kitchen, I hear someone giggling and whispering—or trying to. I recognize the voice as Serena’s and can hear her speaking to someone. The other voice sounds male and familiar, but I can’t place it.