Page 114 of Shamed
He’s going to apologize; he regrets his actions, feeling like he did something wrong.
“Don’t.” I lift a hand to his cheek, and his muscle shifts under my palm. “I wanted it,” I whisper, reminding him. “Wanted you.”
His head angles the slightest, cheek pressing into my hand, then he gives a small nod.
I know he’s not fixed after us having sex, but it’s progress.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Jennifer
It seems fitting that with his progress, I should regress. Because the next thought that blasts through my mind is,What the fuck are you doing with him?
I can’t have him. I was never supposed to.
He’s too good a man to be with someonelike me.
Mase was told he was rotten in his core, but it’s me who is rotten.
He pulls out of me slowly with a shudder, his dick still half-hard when he tugs his shorts back up and hands me my leggings.
He keeps watching me with a look I can’t figure out. Regret, maybe? Or maybe he’s looking for it on my face.
I struggle to hold my features blank, because I suddenly feel quite emotional about everything, and I don’t want him to think it’s because he did something wrong.
“What are you thinking?” I ask, putting the focus on him while pulling up my leggings.
Plus, I don’t want any awkwardness to grow with silence.
“That I just fucked you at the gym like an animal, and I’m not going to be able to think of anything else whenever I’m in this room. Still don’t see any red flags?” His face says he’s playing it off as a joke as he extends a hand to help me up, but his eyes show vulnerability, like he’s still waiting for me to see he’s as awful as he thinks he is.
I let him pull me up and fall slightly into him. “I only see a green flag that’s been dragged through a bit of dirt.”
Mase huffs but seems to consider my words, maybe wanting to believe they’re true.
I look down at the mat. “It wasn’t my intention to come here and have sex with you, but I don’t regret being with you.”
Only you being withme.
Looking back up, I find that same indecipherable look. It unnerves me, because it feels like he’s looking right into my soul.
“I’m going to use the ladies’ room,” I blurt.
He nods, taking a step back. “Yeah, I, ah . . . I need to shower and get changed. Meet you up front after?”
“Sure.”
It’s only when I’m stepping into the women’s changing room that I feel Mase’s sticky release dripping between my legs, and I remember we didn’t use a condom.
And I’m not on the pill.
“Shit. Shit, shit, shit.”
I’m a mess on the best of days, and I cannot bring a baby into this world right now. Plus, I could never tie Mase to me that way, either.
I rush into one of the toilet stalls to get cleaned up and think of my options, but I pause when I see blood on the tissue paper, as well as his cum.
I quickly pull out my phone and check my period tracker app, almost crying in relief when I see that I am due tomorrow. It must have come a day early.
