Irvin's POV
"Problems?" Claudia asked, her voice steady but laced with intrigue.
I released a harsh exhale, dropping forward with my elbows pressed against my knees. My fingers tangled through my hair, clutching it tight before I released my grip.
"Yeah," I grumbled. "I felt guilty. And I shouldn't feel that shit. I don't fucking get that emotion. I didn't do anything wrong. I didn't force myself on her. She wanted it just as much."
My jaw tightened, the words leaving a sour taste in my mouth.
I wished that could be the end of it. That I could just walk away, like I always had before.
But I couldn't.
"I thought I was feeling shitty about it because she was a virgin," I confessed. "She wasn't like her sisters. And she refused the money I tried to give her."
My hands balled into fists as I recalled that night, recalled her.
Davina's face was seared into my brain—red-rimmed eyes, quivering lips, the way she had stared at me like I had destroyed her.
