My feet carried me out of his room quickly, only stopping when I was finally in mine.

I closed my door and leaned against it, eyes shut as I tried to steady my heartbeat.

The warmth between my thighs reminded me of what could've happened.

I slapped my forehead with a loud groan.

“Stupid, Rosie.”

How do you plan to deal with your arousal now?

After Henry, the simple act of me pleasuring myself became unsatisfying.

Maybe I should've just taken what he could offer.

I slapped my cheeks hard.

“Snap out of it, Rosie. You did the right thing.”

(Really?)

“Anyway… back to Gerald.”

I rushed to my bed...