Josie
I don't know what the hell was wrong with me. Maybe it was exhaustion, maybe it was heartbreak, or maybe it was the cruel trick the universe played when it decided to tie my soul to three men who couldn't decide if they wanted me or wanted to destroy me.
Whatever it was, I found myself curled up in the lounge, clutching a pillow to my chest, my mind replaying last night in sharp fragments that wouldn't let me breathe.
I was beyond annoyed. No—annoyed wasn't the right word. I was livid. With Thorne. With myself. With everything.
Why the hell had I let it happen? Why had I been foolish enough to give him my virginity, after years of him treating me like I was some nuisance, some accident he wished he could erase?
The answer was simple: because I was weak. Weak when it came to him. Weak when it came to that look in his eyes, the way he kissed me like I was the only thing anchoring him to this world. Weak, because somewhere deep down, despite all his cruelty, I had wanted it.
