Grace

I looked away from him.

I had to.

His gaze was too much. My chest tightened with everything flooding through me all at once, lust, pleasure, confusion, but above it all was one emotion I couldn’t ignore.

Shame.

I hated myself. Hated the way I allowed this to happen again.

I had no idea why I kept walking back into these situations, why I kept letting myself get tangled up with this man. Maybe some sick part of me wanted it. Even now, with the warmth of his touch still lingering on my skin, all I wanted was to rewind time, and let him go down on me all...