Cara
I woke up the next morning with my eyes still red and my mind spinning like a broken record. The image from last night kept looping in my head.
Noah bent over that couch, face pressed against the wall, Humphrey slamming into him from behind. The wet sounds. The loud groans. Noah moaning like he was begging for it.
I sat up in bed and rubbed my face hard, trying to shake it off. But it would not go away. My stomach turned every time I thought about it. Three months. Three months of him saying he was not in the mood, and all that time he was saving it for another man. I felt stupid. I felt sick. But mostly I felt angry at myself for even caring so much.
I got up and stood in front of the mirror, staring at my tired eyes. “You are not going to break, Cara,” I whispered to my reflec
