It took me a long time to see it, but now that I do, it seems like having sex with Killian was always strangely inevitable. It was right in all its wrongness, just like these clothes I’m wearing—inappropriate yet perfectly tailored. After all, we’ve been drawn to one another like the hammer to a head of a nail since the night we met over dinner with our parents. The prize of my virginity was something I leveraged to protect myself, but I knew that would run out, and I’d have to give it to someone. Who better than the man I hated most? Yes, that’s perfectly fitting.
