A Perfect Mess
“But now I just sat at the computer and remembered how she’d felt beneath my mouth and my hands. How fucked was I? Who was I kidding? I’d already been fucked, long before I’d dared to touch her.
So, I had admired Aubree from afar, kicking the ass of anyone who even thought about her wrong, glad when she’d never dated, glad that she wasn’t at the prom with some guy who would have his hands all over her, glad she didn’t seem to have someone special at Tulane to call. It was selfish, but, hell, I was a stupid young male, and I accepted that it went with the territory.
I should have left her alone. She’d been so hostile to me when she’d first come back home. Hell, until that night, we had barely spoken a word to each other. But then something had happened while we were having breakfast in the diner, or afterward, had changed her mind.
She was coming over here tonight, and I still couldn’t decide what to do.
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