I didn’t confess to earlier. “What’s wrong?” “Um… There’s something else I need to tell you about what happened last night.” “R-right?” she says, lifting a brow. Undoing my pants, I pull them off before twisting my leg to show her. “Oh my fucking God, Stella,” she squeals. “Y-you let him brand you?” “I don’t remember letting him, as such.” “Well, it seems you didn’t stop him.” My lips part to argue, but I soon find I have no words. She’s right. I did absolutely nothing to even try to stop him.
