“Oh God,” I whimpered. That horror began to thrum. It surged through me as I realized that I’d stood there watching him pump himself. For God knew how long. I squeezed my eyes shut in an attempt to block it. The only thing it did was cause it to become even more vivid. The way he’d said my name kept rolling through my brain, trembling through me in wisps of seduction that I knew better than to feel. I’d misinterpreted it. I had to have.
