Maria.
Everything blurred together, moving far too quickly for my mind to catch up. One moment Darren's lips were on mine, warm, familiar, devastating and the next, the door was opening and Patricia was there, slipping into the room like she belonged, her eyes widening with perfectly rehearsed shock. She rushed forward immediately, all fake concern and possessive touches, as if she had every right to stand there, as if what had just happened between Darren and me hadn't even mattered.
I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came. What was I supposed to say? My thoughts were tangled, my heart racing too fast, my chest tight with emotions I couldn't sort through. The silence pressed down on me, heavy and humiliating. So instead of forcing out something meaningless, I turned and left.
