Chapter 65. His Will

I jerked away from Eddy as fast as I could, my breath coming out in short pants. I don’t look at him, my eyes are fixed on Farrah. She’s wearing the silky nightdress I clothed her with, her lips slightly parted. Pain is evident in her features and I wish I hadn’t kissed him.

Alora is by the door, her smile furtive. I wait for Farrah to speak, afraid of what would leave my mouth if I spoke.

“How could you?” she cries out, tears falling from her eyes. The need to comfort her filled me, and I brushed my hair with my fingers to avoid that.

I shouldn’t be thinking of touching her, not after what I’ve done.

“Farrah, I can explain…”

“Fuck you and your explanations!” she yelled, sniffing.

She took a deep breath, before asking, “How long has this been going on?”

I only kissed him once. I opened my mouth to reply, but Eddy beat me to it.

“Just this once.”

She laughed bitterly. “And I’m supposed to believe that? With your hand in his pants