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Raw and unchained panic settles into my bones as Fin lies beside me, unmoving, and unknowing of my rising dread.He’s so out of it from the encounter that was the two of us finally crashing together that he has no clue.
I can’t stay here.
My chest heaves, my breath rushing faster than when he was fucking me and I hate the way my pussy clenches at just the thought of Finland Montgomery inside of me.
I hate the way my pussy slicks when I sit up, wetting the bedding beneath me and leaving evidence behind of my wrongdoing.
I shouldn’t have caved.
I should have never come here.
Pinching my lips between my teeth with too much force, I hold back the sob that demands release.
Jeremy was right.
I did fuck him. I didmake fuck-me eyes and got Fin to sleep with me.
I did want it all along.
Pushing up on shaking legs and numb feet, I push back the stars that line my vision and all but rip the remaining waistband of my already shredded underwear from my hips when the damp cloth hits my too-sensitive skin.
Another reminder of what I did.
Making it to the doorway with watery vision, I pause to try and catch my breath when I make a mistake and look over my shoulder.
On the bed, Fin lies face down where he collapsed with his jeans still around his thighs and his gloriously inked ass on full display. Red streaks deface the ink of his back where his torn shirt barely hangs onto his frame—marks I put there—and his hair is mussed from my hands.
He made me cum, without my assistance, for the first time ever.
And all the things he said while we fucked …
Oh, God.
My hand shoots up to cover the first muffled squeak of a sob that escapes my lips.
I just need to get to the bathroom. Clean up.
But my feet don’t stop until my shorts are in my hands and I’m desperately trying to rub out the boot print that stands out on the ass.
Growling, hot tears streaking down my cheeks, I give up trying to get rid of the print no one will actually see and jam my booted feet into the cut-off denim.
We’re at a rock concert. No one is going to know.
But theyaregoing to know.
I secure the shorts on my waist and dash to the door as I do my best to swipe away the raccoon eyes forming under my heavily lined, and still leaking, lids.
My hands shake when I grasp the handle to let me outside into the freedom I need from the situation I’ve put myself in.
Jeremy was right.
I don’t deserve someone like Fin.
Dragging in a ragged breath, I take another look over my shoulder into the dark cabin of As Above’s RV. There’s a light on above the sink, but the rest of the hallway leading back to where I left the one man that made me feel alive for the first time since I was a teenager is so black that I can’t tell if my eyes betray me, or if it’s really a tall as hell silhouette I see standing in the doorway.
I blink, and I squint, and when the air remains tense from the dismay I bleed out into the space, I rachet the handle and release myself out into the wild of the music festival.
The ultimate walk of shame.
