Serena’s POV

I shut the dressing room door behind me so hard the cheap mirror nearly fell on the wall. I leaned against it, my chest heaving, every inch of my skin still buzzing with the ghost of Daniel’s hands, his mouth, his voice against my ear. My thighs ached. My lips felt swollen. Between my legs I was sticky and tender and so fucking angry I wanted to scream.

I hated him.

I hated how easily he’d pulled those words out of me.

The memory made my stomach twist. It's part shame, part ...