Gracia

My face was on fire. Not just my face, my whole damn neck, shoulders, even the tips of my ears were turning scarlet. That always happened when I was furious. When the kind of anger that had no words rose up in me like boiling water. I could feel it under my skin ready to explode.

God, I hated everything right now.

The embarrassment was choking. The shame, the confusion, the helplessness of not remembering what happened, while that smug bastard treated me like I was just some desperate girl who’d crawled into his bed, begging for attention.

No. No, I was not the villain in this story. I...