Adam's hands on my waist, before I could move away from him, sent a rush of conflicting emotions coursing through me.

I wanted to push him away, to scream at him for what he had done, but at the same time, I couldn't deny the familiar warmth that spread through my body at his touch.

It had been so long since I had felt his hands on me, and a part of me had missed it, had craved it, despite everything.

At the party, I had been on drugs, a drug that had heightened my anger, and control over my emotions. But now, at this moment, when Adam’s explanations were...