Page 37 of Ravage

His hand on my arm.

His bedroom door slamming shut.

The way he looked at me.

Oh, God. I dropped my head into my hands and groaned, “I remember.”

“Oh, good,” Chrissy said, smiling.

“Not good. Not good at all.”

Another memory surfaced, and my entire body tensed. It was his voice, so low and rough, when he told me, ‘There’s only one brother in this club who’s going to be teaching you anything.’

I’d really gone and done it now.

“You are officially a bad influence.”

“Me?” she gasped, sounding wounded.

“Yes, you… I would’ve never tried to hook up with Coop if it wasn’t for you putting the crazy idea in my stupid, drunken head.”

“I was trying to get you to cut loose and have a little fun. What’s the harm in that?”

“I don’t know. Maybe because I probably traumatized that poor man.”

“Oh, please,” she scoffed. “He would’ve been whistling Dixie to get in your pants.”

“You’re crazy.”

“You didn’t see the look on his face when you whispered in his ear.”

“Oh, God. Kill me now.”

“He thought it was hot.”

“I’m never going back there again.”

“You’re being dramatic.”

“I made an ass of myself.”

“You put yourself out there, and it’s about time you did.” She raised a brow. “Otherwise, it’ll just be you and that mean-assed cat in this apartment for God knows how long.”

“She’s not that mean.”

“She hissed when I tried to feed her. Who does that?”

“Well, she knows what she likes, and she likes me.” I shrugged. “I find it endearing.”

“You say that now… Let’s see how you feel when you bring a fella in here.”

“She will be fine.”

“She’s not the one I’m worried about.”

Chrissy hung around for a bit and tried her best to keep me from spiraling, and while I appreciated her efforts, I just wanted a few hours to wallow in my self-pity. As soon as she left, I took a shower, changed into my favorite sweatshirt and leggings, and curled up on the sofa with Angel.

I did my best to keep my mind on the cute romantic comedy I was watching and not the mess I’d made of my Saturday night. I promised myself that I would never drink again, and I would keep my distance from all the Fury men, especially Coop and Ravage.