The hospital comes into view, and shame wars with disgust in my bones. Disgust at myself for losing control like I did last night. For turning into him. Between what happened with Tatiana, the fucking video of Huck stroking his goddamn cock—which had done things to me I’d rather not think about—and his mention of what happened between us years ago, I’d just...snapped. Fucking lost it. But there’s no excuse.
