The sunlight coming through the window was soft, filtered by the gauzy white curtains, casting pale gold lines across her sheets. Selena woke to the hush of a quiet room and a sick feeling in her chest. Her body ached in that sweet, lingering way that followed a night like the one before. Her thighs still buzzed faintly, her skin warm from memory of the day before.
All of the pleasure, the rush, the wild intimacy was swallowed by the weight of something far heavier.
Guilt.
It crept in silently as she blinked into the morning light. A name appeared in her mind before anything else: Jennette.
