You startled me, sweetie.

"Why did you do that?" I felt my head spinning at Nicola's demand.

When I flinched, he lowered his voice. When the glass was empty, he put it down and took my other hand. As in, "Honey, why'd you do that?"

My thoughts were still hazy. You call me a slut because... My tongue was so full that my words sounded thick. As much as I hate to admit it, "I had to get away."

"I definitely don't think you're a slut. Our sweet girl, you're perfect. You managed to hurt yourself. "

"It was wrong, I mumbled. "

"You... You two..." I was having trouble...