51: Dilemma

I rush up the flight of stairs to Jason's apartment.

My fingers tremble as I unlock the door. My heart's in my throat. Why do I have the feeling that he will follow me up here? In fact, I can feel his hands on me now. They're on my shoulders, then slowly moving down my body until they settle on my ass.

I throw the door open.

I walk around in circles. I want to hide, but there's nowhere I can go. Unless I heed Devon's advice, abandon this mission and go home. I'm seriously contemplating it after what happened today in the backseat of his car. I never expected things to go this far. And it did, undeniably. Irreversibly. Irreparably.

If Ethan hadn't interrupted us, how far would he have gone? He already had his hand up my thigh. Five more minutes and he would've had me naked on his lap. We sprung apart as soon as we heard the gravel crunch beneath his shoes. He entered the car, cursing about what a pigsty the bathroom was. He didn't seem to notice a thing. Damien and I shared a heated lo