"Was it good?" Reed asked carefully.

Oh, God, how could he ask? It was the most humiliating experience of my life. The guy was a complete jerk.

He moved my hair out of my eyes and palmed my cheeks, moving me back from his chest until we looked at each other.

"Tell me." His voice was as low as mine, but there was steel behind it. The serious look in his eyes gave me courage.

"It was in the backseat of his carquick, ugly, and demeaning." I tried to glance ...