And then, even though I already know it’s him, my gaze travels up his neck, noting the presence of the first Adam’s apple I ever found attractive, the cleft in his chin I always adored, and smiling brown eyes that turned dark and cruel when I told him I changed my mind about losing my virginity. The bony, ice-cold fingers of dread and fear slip around my throat, but still I manage to choke out one word as my nightmares slither out of the shadows of my mind and take shape in the harsh light of reality. “Trent.”
Fuck
