PYKE
This has to be a nightmare. This can’t be real.
I shake my busted and bloody knuckles that reminded me of what happened earlier. I can endure the physical pain, but seeing Camila bearing the pain in her eyes so fucking hurt, and it’s all because of me—the feeling is worse than crashing my own heart.
Xandry deserves more than my punches. My knuckles will heal, but the scars are a reminder to what I’ve done to Camila.
What we’ve shared last night was more than just sex, I knew it. Camila may have used me, but I know she felt something for me. At least, during our intimate moments.
For the short time I’ve known her, sex means something to her, and she won’t just do it with some random guy, and it’s a proof why she chose to offer her virginity to me—she trusted me, but I ruined it.
It’s been twelve hours since I had the best night of my life, but tha
