Whitney Foster

Scarlett rushed into the restroom, closing the door shut behind her. She stared at her reflection in the mirror, tears flowing freely down her cheeks. Of course, they had sex. What was she thinking? A part of her wanted all her fears to be wrong, she didn’t want to believe all the thoughts she had about Cameron, about being nothing but just another number to him. Maybe it was true. All of what they said was true. She didn’t stand a chance, not with Hadley being around.

She clung to herself tightly as her sobs racked her lithe frame, tears flowing unabashedly down her cheeks. She wiped at them, but she couldn’t stop the tears.

Her heart was breaking at the thought of the man she wanted but couldn’t have, the man she loved. Love? She hadn’t given it much thought until now. It had to be love. Why else would she be crying at the knowledge that a man she was casually involved with had sex with another? Why did she stare into those grey eyes and feel betrayal? Why did the knowledge hurt mor