Chapter 11

CRYSTAL.

The moment I ran out of his room, I didn’t stop.

I didn’t care who saw me, or that my footsteps were loud against the polished floor, or that tears were still burning down my face. I just ran.

By the time I reached the dressing room, I slammed the door shut and collapsed on my knees onto the cold tiles.

My hands were shaking so violently that I pressed them against the floor just to steady myself. But it didn’t help. The tremors were inside me — in my chest, in my throat, in the part of me that still felt his mouth on mine.

How dare he?

I swear I didn't know who I should be more angry at – him, for making me feel the way I just did? Or me, for even letting myself feel anything at all?

I should’ve slapped him hard across the face and pushed him harder. I would have done anything but freeze like an idiot while he kissed me like he still owned me.

My lips still tingled. My heart wouldn’t slow down. And it made me sick.

I pressed both palms against my chest, trying to br