Chapter 26. This Means Nothing

Evelyn

After that mind-blowing orgasm and Jacob’s final touch, another night was slipping by in terrifying silence. I tossed and turned in bed, restless, unable to get a wink of sleep. My mind raced with thoughts, loud and unkind, questioning my dignity and the self-preservation I had until I let Jacob finger-fuck and lick me to a shattering climax that I could still feel between my thighs. The sensitivity was still lingering there.

I was so fucking stupid to allow him to do that because now, I simply couldn’t get him out of my head.

If there was anything I should have felt for him, it should have been hatred. But no, I felt everything else—the fire, the warmth, the urge, the craving, the hunger—every fucking thing except the one emotion I believed I should have felt for him: hatred.

God, Maybe, I could never ever hate him and this realization was sickening.

I emitted a soft groan, trying to banish his image from my mind. He had looked so incredi