Chapter Seven-Ansley

I rolled over in my bed, and buried my head into my pillow. The memories from the night before assaulted my brain, shaming me further into my covers. As if Madden getting into a fight because of me wasn't embarrassing enough, I called him out about not kissing me.

It was depravity to ask him about it. I knew my dad would crap bricks if he found out Madden laid a finger on me, not to mention Sammy. But that little girl inside still looked up at him with wide lustful eyes.

I groaned, and kicked my leg in a way a toddler threw a tantrum. My nightstand clock read seven on a Sunday, which sucked, but I would never go back to sleep now that I'd woken up.

I swung my leg down, and grabbed my prosthetic one, while putting it on, I debated on going for a run. It would definitely calm my nerves, and hopefully, make me forget the embarrassment from the night before.

I grabbed my clothes, and put on my tennis shoes. The living room was silent, besides the very soft sound of Madden's breathi