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 ...