08

LAURA

It had been exactly a week since Balery got married.

Exactly a week into their honeymoon.

A week since I had sex with Alex.

That last bit wasn’t important. I don’t know why I added it. I mean, it sort of was because it was the best sex I’d ever had in my entire life. Plus, it was the truth—it had been exactly a week and even though it killed me to admit it, I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him since.

Sometimes, I still thought about the things he did to my body and got wet. It didn’t matter if I was in public or alone on my bed. The reaction was always the same.

It was insane.

Like now, I was at work, sitting in my office chair, holding a pen and staring blankly at the sketchbook in front of me. Thirty minutes ago, a really great idea for a two piece had popped into my head and in a hurry to put it down, I dove for my sketchbook. I’d sketched it halfway but now, I couldn’t focus well enough to complete the drawing.

And it was all because of him.

My phone rang, lou