Chapter 128

Angelica

I didn't want him to get to me.

But he did.

The way he leered at me like I was naked.

Even with Will standing right there.

And all the shame, all the mistakes, all the touches he'd given me, things he'd whispered in my ear, the so-called brushes of his hand, kisses to my neck.

My stomach lurched.

It took everything in me to walk past him.

To smell that same cologne floating off his skin.

And all the things that came with it.

Drugs.

Partying.

Waking up in his hotel sheets that night, knowing that I only had myself to blame, and that I may as well embrace that side of me since Will was gone, since he wasn't coming back.

The trailer door jerked open.

He took one look at me, scooped me up into his arms, and held me on the couch, playing with my hair while his kisses dried up my tears.

His lips moved across my cheeks, my chin, his mouth was so warm, comforting, sexy, I turned into him, inhaling his shirt while he rested his chin against my head.

"Thank you." I pre