Chapter 11

When Kat woke up, it was already dark out. She fumbled for her phone and groaned at the time displayed: nine o’clock. Now she’d never sleep. She stared up at the ceiling, dimly registering that she’d somehow ended up in Gavin’s bed, and not for the reasons she would’ve preferred.

Sighing, she rose and went into the living room, where she found Gavin reading. He looked up when she entered.

“How are you feeling?” He got up to lead her to the couch.

“Tired, but I’ll be okay.” Embarrassment made her edgy. She hadn’t cried like that in front of someone since her mom had died. Kat wished she could bury herself underneath a rock and maybe hide there for the foreseeable future. When she glanced at Gavin, she saw that his expression was full of concern, and she had to admit, it made her even antsier.

“I think I’ll go home tomorrow,” she said out of the blue. She hadn’t even thought about it, but she needed distance. Time. Space to think about what the hell she was doing. Having sex with a m