Henry pov...
What just happened?
I called Lucian and left.
How could she slap me? She kissed me back. She wanted it. Her body was grinding against mine. Her tongue was in my mouth. She was wet—I could feel it through her panties.
And then she slapped me.
How could she?
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Pip!
A car horn blared. Headlights flooded my vision. I swerved. The truck almost crashed into me.
My foot slammed the brake.
The truck screeched past, its horn still wailing.
"Are you sick or what!" the truck driver screamed, his voice fading into the night.
I sat there, my hands gripping the steering wheel, my heart pounding against my ribs.
Fuck. I can't keep driving like this.
I pulled over to the side of the road. The snow was still falling, soft and relentless, melting on the windshield. My face still stung where she had hit me. My lips still tasted her—the faint salt of her skin, the whisper of her perfume.
I need to do something. I need to move forward.
