AllFreeNovel
Share Us
She smiled softly and sat as well, reaching for my face, more gently than I deserved. “Do you remember what just happened?”
“I—” I frowned a moment. Then… “Yes.” God help me, I remembered everything. Everything I’d done. Everything she’d let me do. I looked down at us, my gaze straying to her full breasts and the dark nest of hair between her legs. Her dress lay shredded on either side of her; only her arms still rested in their unharmed sleeves.
I’d done that. I’d flayed her clothing to bits just to get to her.
“Fuck me,” I whispered in horror. I’d just had sex with Nicolette. The best sex of my life, but still…
I’d wanted her to know the truth first.
I crawled backward away from her, sick to my stomach, and yanked my trousers back up, stuffing my offending cock away, out of sight.
“I’m sorry, Nic. I’m so sorry. I—” Clutching my head in my hands, I drew my knees up to my chest and sat in the fetal position, rocking myself. “I never meant to do that. I…” The words faltered when my voice cracked.
I’d just tupped Nicolette, the one person I’d promised myself not to defile.
“No…” She touched my shoulder gently, making me flinch away from such kindness and understanding. “Farrow, please. It’s okay. Don’t worry. Even though you were under the influence of the potion, you didn’t force me. I wanted to lie with you. It’s okay.”
“No!” I snarled. “It’s not okay. You…”
I made a strange motion with my hands at her, only to catch sight of blood smeared on the inside of her thigh. “Oh God,” I rasped, my throat going dry with pain as regret sliced through me...
“It was your first time, and you—I—Christ, I took you like a rutting bull out in the open on the ground, like you were—”
“Farrow…” She tried to touch me again, but I thrashed my head back and forth and crab-crawled away from her, avoiding any comfort she wanted to provide.
Her eyes filled with sympathy, as if she felt sorry for me.
Dammit all, she was the one she should worry about. I had ruined her, treated her like a common strumpet—worse than that—and taken away her choices, choices she should’ve been able to make later when she knew everything.
“This wasn’t supposed to happen,” I insisted. She was supposed to remain untouched.
Irritation finally sparked in her expression. “Well, it did happen,” she snapped. “So you can just sit there, quivering with remorse over how much you regret being with me, or—”
“I don’t regret being with you,” I broke in, appalled by such a stunningly inaccurate assumption.
She blinked. “You don’t?”
My brow furrowed. “Never in a million years would I regret one moment of joining my body with yours. I’ll treasure the memory of us, always.” Then I exhaled, and admitted, “It is you who will regret it.”
Her lips parted. “But—” Then she frowned, not understanding.
I glanced away. “When you learn everything, you’ll hate me, and you’ll wish I’d never touched you. I just wanted to spare you that, at least. And I fucking failed.”
When she didn’t answer, I visually checked her reaction.
Shocked to find her features had switched from worried confusion to outright peeved irritation, my mouth fell open when she growled, “Bullshit.”
I started, then shook my head. “Excuse me?”
“Bull…” Leaning close, she added, “Shit. It’s an expression Indigo taught me. Passed down from his great-grandmother, no doubt. It means—”
“Oh, I can discern what it means quite easily.”
“Fine then.” Shrugging, she pulled back. A challenging smile broke across her face. “If you’re so certain I’ll hate you, feel free to prove me wrong. Tell me this huge secret that you have and see how I respond. Let me show you that I could never hate you or regret what we just did.”
I snorted out an incredulous laugh. “Absolutely not.”
Her eyes narrowed haughtily. “And why not?”
