Chapter Fifty-Two

Max

They say the morning after is always the worst.

‘After’ could mean anything. For some people, it’s that terrible migraine after a full night of drinking. For others, it’s a sickening realization. Perhaps even an acceptance of something. In my case, it has the worst of meanings.

I had sex with Rayne last night.

I groan as I sit up in bed. I’m in my room, mostly because I avoided Alaska the night before after I came from Rayne’s room. I told her I was too tired and that I needed to get some work done and she believed me. Then again, why would she have any reason at all to doubt me?

I’m supposed to be the man who would move mountains for her.

I’m the man who loves her more than anything in the world.

I can’t begin to explain what happened last night. I don’t know what it was that drew me to her. It was strong, so strong that I couldn’t move for a few beats. Hot pleasure coursed through me and all I could think about was her. This happened shortly after I left her room. I felt he