Time seemed to blur. She didn't know when she stopped trembling. She didn't know when she stopped fighting the thought of what she was doing.
Although it was her first, it didn't seem like what she'd imagined it would be like with Ethan.
He wasn't rough or desperate to take her. The sex didn't even feel like it was being forced or that it was a business sex. This guy—Jake— was careful, patient, nothing like the harsh, business-like moment she had prepared herself for.
Every moan that escaped her lips made her hate herself more because it made her feel like she wasn't doing any of this to save her mother or the house.
With how much time she'd wasted thinking about this reckless thought, she couldn't believe she was finding it bearable—worse, that a part of her was almost—not almost but was enjoying it.
