Peyton

Days had passed since the 90s party, and I’d avoided all four of the guys like the plague. I’d skipped school and spent them at the beach sunbaking and swimming. I loathed myself for feeling the way I did after Steele fucked me. The truth was, I fucking loved it and wanted more. But I was also pissed at him for leaving me there with his cum oozing out of me and not saying a word before he left. Like he had major regrets for doing what we did. I’d told Capri every sordid detail, and Steele was now on her shit list.