Joe lay on the bed with one arm thrown over his face, staring into the dark and wondering how the hell he could have been that stupid. He had known it was a terrible idea the moment he asked her to come into the bathroom with him. Her scent alone had been intoxicating, clouding his thoughts until he couldn’t think straight. That was why he had grabbed the razor blade-first and sliced his palm open like an i***t.
She had been so close. Her hands on his arm. Her breath brushing his skin.
He swore the world had tilted the second she touched him, throwing everything off balance. He had known it was wrong. He had even said so before he kissed her. But what his brain understood and what his body wanted were two very different things.
How the hell had he not heard two people walk across the ro
