Wesley drove in silence, his knuckles were turning white on the wheel, and his eyes were flicking to me every few seconds. I hugged the robe tighter, biting my lip harder now.“Are we gonna talk about it?” Wesley finally asked, his voice was rough. “What’s going on, Lila?”“We’ll talk,” I whispered, staring out the window. “Just… take me home first.”“Lila, come on,” he pressed, sharper now. “You’re acting strange. What happened back there?”“I’m fine,” I lied, my throat was tight. “Please, just get me home.”He muttered under his breath but kept driving. The city lights streaked by, my stomach was twisting, shame and fear was climbing higher with every mile.When we reached my building, I pushed the door open fast, wincing as I stepped out. Every movement sent a fresh ache between my legs.“Lila, are you sure you’re okay?” Wesley asked, catching up, his hand brushing my arm. “You look like you’re in pain.”“I’m fine,” I forced a smile, rushing toward the elevator.He stopped the door
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