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I said. It’s none of my business. I was just worried about you,” he replied. Worried about me? Why?

“No need to worry,” I said as I slammed the door. Kai was confusing. No wonder he and Violet were always fighting.

The door to his truck had barely latched closed before he tore off, the rumbling from the engine loud enough to wake the entire neighborhood. It bothered me just a little that he didn’t wait to make sure I got into the house safely. I don’t know why it did. Earlier, I was ready to head into the pitch-black woods by myself. Besides, Kai wasn’t known for his gentlemanly manners.

A shiver went through my body from the slight chill in the midnight air, reminding me I was still standing outside, staring after Kai’s truck like an idiot. I spun to face the front door and took another deep breath. We lived in a small home on the beach. It was falling apart and barely had enough room for the three of us, but the views from our backyard were priceless. The exterior was painted white, but the paint had faded and chipped over the last few years. Rotted planks in the deck created a landmine of holes, but I knew where to step. I could navigate it blindfolded. We didn’t have much, but we didn’t need much. When you lived in paradise, you didn’t need a fancy home to enjoy life.

I briefly prayed that the noise of Kai’s truck hadn’t woken up my parents, and slipped up the walkway to the front door. They wouldn’t care about me being out late, but I tried not to worry them too much. I slid the key noiselessly into the lock and tiptoed up the stairs to my bedroom without hitting a single creaky stair.

Dad had converted the attic to a loft three years ago, and I loved my private space. Once I was safely inside my bedroom, I checked my phone for Violet’s phone call. Nothing yet, but she was probably still dealing with the police and hadn’t hooked back up with Kai yet. I sent her a goodnight text just in case she could look at her phone.

I got ready for bed and snuggled under the covers to catch up on my social media. There were already pictures of the party on Facebook, Instagram, and Snapchat. Wild rumors of why it got shut down accompanied the images, ranging from Violet running a brothel to drugs and everything in between. I giggled at the thought of Vi being a madam. Everyone would be so disappointed when they learned that some neighbors called in a noise complaint. While scrolling, I found a photo where I was off to the side and leaning against the wall. Chase was leaning over me, his smoky gaze hooded and heated. I looked like a deer caught in the headlights. My mouth parted in awe as I looked up at him. I suddenly felt pathetic.

When I couldn’t hold my eyes open anymore, I slid on the Do Not Disturb feature. I closed my eyes to sleep, but images of Celeste deep throating Chase invaded the back of my eyelids. Replaying the scene I had trespassed on earlier sent a surge of heat between my legs. I was as confused as I was excited. I wanted to be the one to cause that blissed-out look on his face. The way he threw his head back and bit his lip was playing on a loop in my mind.

I reached down and slid two fingers on top of my panties. Using the friction of the fabric to my advantage, I massaged my clit, building my pleasure. I heard Chase’s voice inside my head, telling Celeste to choke on his cock, and I slipped two fingers inside, moving them furiously. I thought about his clenching muscles as he fucked her mouth. I bit my lip and choked back moans as I envisioned the moment where Chase realized I was watching. His hooded eyes. His mischief. His excitement. I quickly exploded, arching my back in bliss, his name on my lips.

Later, I would realize the tragedy of this moment. Later, I would look back on my furious fingers working my body, with trepidation and guilt. Weeks from now, when I’m drowning in grief and analyzing every little detail of my night, I’d wish I would have turned on my phone and walked through the woods behind Violet’s house, screaming her name.

Shame was nothing but