Chapter 40

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I climb from the bed, sweat bubbling on my brow and gluing my sweater to my bare skin, as Lucas wraps his bare body in blankets.

"Go," my voice wobbles like a tower of glass as I rummage through the bedroom drawers for what I'm looking for.

Smirking, he raises his hands in defeat.

"I've done what I've needed to do." He struts towards me, and wraps his hands around my naked arse, subtlety grinding against me.

Without warning, I kick his chest, and grab Charlie's gun from the drawer's secret compartment.

"Get out," I order. Lucas crawls out the room mid-change. Just before he leaves he presses his lips against mine furiously, and moves the gun down towards the floor.

"That gun will do nothing compared to what we've done," he leers, before walking out.

And with that, I curl up underneath the duvet, and let myself drown in regret.  

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