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I tuck myself in, still wrapped in Prue’s panties.

Without glancing back, I leave her apartment.

My Prue’s apartment.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Prue

Thelockdoesn’tgreetme with its usual click when I insert the key inside it.

“What in the world?” My brow furrows.

I press on the door handle, letting myself inside my unlocked apartment tentatively. Through narrowed eyes, I scan the small space I call home. No shadows linger in the corners, no creaking noises coming from the bathroom or my bedroom.

But just because I can’t hear an intruder, doesn’t mean they’re not there.

There goes that paranoid feeling again.

What’s wrong with me?

Before I start thinking about asking one of the neighbors if they heard anything suspicious, I shut the door behind me and lock it.

I’m a functioning adult, having moved out of the orphanage at eighteen. I’ve worked my ass off at waitressing while studying to be a physician assistant and single-handedly paid back my student loans.

I’ll be truly and completely damned before giving anyone a reason to look at me as though I’m a hysterical little mouse. A girl who’s afraid of the nonexistent monsters under her bed.

They’re practically strangers. I shouldn’t care about their opinion when I feel like my safety might be at risk. But I do.

People’s opinions matter. I don’t have much other than my job, the money I have saved in the bank, this apartment, and my dignity. I’m not losing any of it because I’m imagining things.

Especially when someone might gossip and said gossip could reach Theo.

My body and heart haven’t calmed down since our encounter yesterday. My mind keeps reeling with how he touched me, took my virginity. With all the things I should tell him.

Things he might not want to hear if he thinks I’m a coward. Despite my hesitations yesterday, I showed him what a strong woman I am.

I don’t want to ruin it by explaining I’m not usually one to freak out. I want to say something else.

I want to tell him as I stand up straight with my chin held up high that our sex was more than just sex to me.

While I jogged, my mind cleared, and I considered this,us. I don’t want to use him anymore. I want this to be serious. Which is why, nope, I’m not about to start asking for help from anyone.

Chances are, no one broke in here at all. It wouldn’t be the first time I forgot to lock the door behind me in the past. Some days I forget.

And since yesterday, I’ve been distracted.

Extremely distracted.

Flashbacks of Theo touching my naked skin, whispering profanities, play on repeat in my head.

Of him choking me, and how I liked it.

The soreness between my thighs serves as a constant reminder of him. Of his thick, heavy cock ramming into me, opening me. Theo stretched me to accommodate his huge girth, taking my virginity and leaving memories of him there instead.

Then there was the mixture of hot and cold in his eyes, too. His skillful maneuvers of my body. How important it was for him that I came.

I suck in a long breath, slowing my increasingly quickening pulse.

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