Desperate Measures

VANESSA

I sat on the edge of Declan’s couch, picking at my nails, feeling like my skin was too tight. I couldn’t even sit still. My leg bounced up and down without me even realizing it. My mind kept replaying everything that happened last night, and every time I thought about it, I got even angrier.

The humiliation, the way Dominic looked at me like I was some disgusting stranger—it burned inside