Dove
"You're lying!" I sobbed as I stopped struggling against him and just let my body flop against the bed in partial heartbreak. "You're only saying that to make me feel like I was dreaming. That's what men do when they're in trouble."
"Dove, explain to me how you got home then," he folded his arms over his chest as he frowned down to me.
"I walked," I pouted. However if I had to be honest I had no recollection of how I got home. Especially when I was so drunk I couldn't even walk.
There were fragments. Me in the car with Jay, loudly signing to songs playing through the radio and dancing in my seat. Bucky picked me up in the elevator up to our penthouse.
When I tried to wiggle Bucky off me now I felt the burn travelling up my spine.
We did the nasty clearly, but where? Would I be so foolish to do the nasty with him after what he did to me? I closed my eyes and forced the memories to come back to me and when they did I gasped. My hand covering my mouth in shock.
