Chapter One Hundred And Sixty Three
The following morning, the reality of what had happened in the front seat of that SUV crashed down on me with the weight of a collapsing building. I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, staring at my reflection. My lips were distinctly swollen, and when I tilted my head, I could see the faint, fading shadow of a bruise right at the crook of my neck where his stubble had scraped against my skin. I hurriedly pulled my hair forward to cover it, my heart doing that same erratic dance it had been performing for hours. I had let him in. I had let the ice melt, and now, the water was rising rapidly around my ankles.
Khalid didn’t slow down after that night. In fact, the kiss fleetingly seemed to have given him the green light to accelerate his quiet, relent
